And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen

I’m Not A Bloody Cockroach. What’s All This About? What Are You Trying To Find Out?

Who Was That?” I Whispered, As If The Walls Could Hear Me. They Were Lined With Pictures, A Few Of Which I Recognized As Being Painted By Master Painters. “rhys.” “yeah, I Know But… Is He My Brother?” I Asked. I Had Already Decided That He Was Foxy, So I Really Hoped That He Wasn‟t.

Oh Yeah. That's Why. Like A Fairy Tale. I Was Marrying The Prince. I Just Happened To Be In Love With The Pauper.

He Stepped Into My Room With One Graceful Move, As If Entering Through Bedroom Windows Was Nothing Out Of The Ordinary.

I've Always Kind Of Wrote When I Wanted To. Once I Get The Idea In My Head And Get It Outlined Out, I Usually Just Sit And Write Until It's Done.