Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He

My Grandmother Told Stories; She Was Very Good At That.

Are You Really Going To Catch Us And Take Us Back To Esther? We Don’t Belong To Her, You Know.” Embarrassed, Victor Stared At His Shoes. “well, Children All Have To Belong To Somebody,” He Muttered. “do You Belong To Someone?” “that’s Different.” “because You’re A Grown-up?

Children, They're The Same Everywhere. Greedy Little Creatures But The Best Listeners In The World - Any World. The Very Best Of All.

She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

I Live In Hamburg; That's In The North. And I Live On The Outskirts Of Town. It Looks Like Countryside.