“ Short questions with long answers, my boy. ”
Her mouth set. I've already lost one man I loved tonight. I will not lose the other. She glared at him. And curse you, you stone head, for making me say it first.
~ Patrick W. Carr
A picture of the world, nothing more than a casting stone set in the heavens, intruded on Errol's dismay. World without end. Was Illustra, their entire world, nothing more than a lot for the ultimate reader, too small and insignificant a thing to care about?
A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.
Some men are more easily broken by kindness than censure.
