The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

No--when The Rain Falls You Just Let It Fall And You Grin Like A Madman And You Dance With It, Because If You Can Make Yourself Happy In The Rain Then You're Doing Pretty Alright In Life. (nick, Page 156)

The Desert Adapts. The People Adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The People In The Real World Beyond Demesne's Ring Are Not All Manufactured Perfection. They Deal.

Do You Still Kill Gerbils?

It's Not The Loving That Hurts This Girl; It's The Understanding Of It For What It Is, That It Will Never Be Returned In The Same Way, That Threatens To Destroy Her. But To Unload The Words - "i Love You" - On An Innocent Party Who Didn't Ask For It, To Reach Across The Dark Space And Touch Him - It's Like The World She Knows Could End If She Dared Speak These Words, Dared Make Such A Move.