That's Kind Of Creepy.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

I Was Always Writing. When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories. But As Soon I As Capable, I Started Writing. I Filled Notebooks And Notebooks Until I Got My First Computer When I Was 11. It Never Really Occurred To Me That I Would Do Anything Else.

When You Told Me You Loved Me," Lily's Eyes Widened When She Looked At Lux, "you Saved The World.

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.

There Was Something Almost Painful About That, The Intensity Of Being So Vulnerable And So Intimate With Him.