...she Is Too Beautiful, I Think, To

As Much As I Encourage Communication With My Readers, I Don't Want Reviews From Them, Simply Because I Don't Need To Be Hamstrung In The Middle Of Working On Something.

Blessed Are The Meek, For To Them We Shall Say "attaboy".

She Was An Alien, Really - A Sort Of Eating, Pooping, Tantrum Machine - And He Didn't Understand Anything About Her Species.

Sweetheart, Wake Up; You've Destroyed The House And I Need You To Suffer For It.

That's The Scary Thing About Hope," She Said. "if You Let It Go Too Long It Turns Into Faith.