I Was Going To Have To Come

Love Thy Enemies, It Says In The Scriptures. My Foster Mother Always Added, "at The Very Least, You Will Be Polite To Them.

For The Traditional Fantasies, A Lot More Of My Research Comes From Reading Rather Than Doing. I Like My Worlds To Feel Real, So I Do A Lot Of World Building Research.

It Was Adam, But He Was Too Late. He Couldn’t Love Me Anymore. He Would Be So Angry With Me. I Had To Hide. He Didn’t Love Me So He Might Hurt Me When He Was Angry. When He Calmed Down, That Would Hurt Him. I Didn’t Want Him Hurting Because Of Me. There Was Nowhere For A Person To Hide. So I Wouldn’t Be A Person. My Eyes Fell On The Shelves That Lined The Far Back Corner. A Coyote Could Hide There.

C’est Moi, C’est Moi,’tis I,' I Told Him. It Seemed Appropriately Melodramatic, Though I Didn’t Know If He’d Catch The Reference. I Shouldn’t Have Worried. Unexpectedly, He Laughed. “trust You To Quote Lancelot Rather Than Guinevere.

Women Are The Bloodthirsty Sex," Said Ric Sadly. "we Get The Reputation, But It Is Only Because The Women Stand Behind Us, And Say, Kill It. Squish It.