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This Ravishing World. This Achingly Bittersweet, Ravishing World.

I Have Any Number Of Completely Dark Obsessions And Fascinations, And None Of This Was Present In My Profile Or My Growing Profile As A Writer.

My Rule Has Always Been, Write The Next Part Of The Book That You Seem To Know Well. So I Won't Necessarily Write Chapter Two After Chapter One.

Behind Every Writer Stands A Very Large Bookshelf.

A Thousand Recollected Lives Were Passing Through Her, A Thousand Stories - Of Love And Work, Of Parents And Children, Of Duty And Joy And Grief. Beds Slept In And Meals Eaten, And The Bliss And Pain Of The Body, And A View Of Summer Leaves From A Window On A Morning It Had Rained; The Nights Of Loneliness And The Nights Of Love, The Soul In It's Body Keeping Always Longing To Be Known.