"weese," She Would Whisper, First Of All.

On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are Brothers.

It Was Bitingly Cold Up Here,and The Wind Pulled At His Clothes Like An Insistent Lover.

And If I'm Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Sex, Then I'm Also Guilty Of Having Gratuitous Violence, And Gratuitous Feasting, And Gratuitous Description Of Clothes, And Gratuitous Heraldry, Because Very Little Of This Is Necessary To Advance The Plot. But My Philosophy Is That Plot Advancement Is Not What The Experience Of Reading Fiction Is About. If All We Care About Is Advancing The Plot, Why Read Novels? We Can Just Read Cliffs Notes.

All Fiction Has To Have A Certain Amount Of Truth In It To Be Powerful.

A Hound Will Die For You, But Never Lie To You. And He'll Look You Straight In The Face.