Here Is A Truth, A Truth By

...it Was Imaginative People Who Tended To Lie. Lying Required Making Stuff Up, And Only Imaginative People Were Good At That.

He Had Never Really Speculated About This Before, Since Demons Came In All Shapes And Sizes. Indeed, Some Of Them Came In More Than One Shape Or Size All By Themselves, Such As O'dear, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Overweight, And His Twin, O'really, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Slim When They're Not.

I Dream Dark Dreams. I Dream Of A Figure Moving Through The Forest, Of Children Flying From His Path, Of Young Women Crying At His Coming. I Dream Of Snow And Ice, Of Bare Branches And Moon-cast Shadows. I Dream Of Dancers Floating In The Air, Stepping Lightly Even In Death, And My Own Pain Is But A Faint Echo Of Their Suffering As I Run. My Blood Is Black On The Snow, And The Edges Of The World Are Silvered With Moonlight. I Run Into The Darkness, And He Is Waiting. I Dream In Black And White, And I Dream Of Him. I Dream Of Caleb, Who Does Not Exist, And I Am Afraid.

The Us Dollar Is Our Currency But Your Problem.

He Had Quite Liked The Dwarfs. He Often Had No Idea What They Were Talking About, But For A Group Of Homicidal, Class-obsessed Small People, They Were Really Rather Good Fun.