Twin Threads Ran Through Her: Fear And

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.

It's Good To Be In Love.

She Had Died At Age Twelve, And By Now She Was Nothing But The Memory Of Love-- Nothing, Now, But Bones.

It's Funny How Things Seem Different, Suddenly.

I've Been Accused Of Trying Too Hard To Rescue People