Farid Had Brought An Invisible Guest With

It's A Cruel World, Don't You Think?

Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is Harder.

Believe, Believe, Believe

There Could Be Few Men Whose Love For A Woman Had Been Written On His Face With A Knife.

Desperate? So What? I'm Desperate, Too!" Fenoglio Snapped At Her. "my Story Is Foundering In Misfortune, And These Hands Here," He Said Holding Them Out To Her, "don't Want To Write Anymore! I'm Afraid Of Words Meggie! 'once They Were Like Honey, Now They're Poison, Pure Poison! But What Is A Writer Who Doesn't Love Words Anymore? What Have I Come To? This Story Is Devouring Me, Crushing Me, And I'm It's Creator!