What Reader Wants To Be Told What

He Would Work Through The Night And Sleep Until Lunch. There Wasn't Really Much Else To Do. Make Something, And Die.

At That Moment, The Urge To Be Writing Was Stronger Than Any Notion She Had Of What She Might Write.

No One Knew About The Squirrel’s Skull Beneath Briony Bed, But No One Wanted To Know.

When Its Gone, You'll Know What A Gift Love Was. You'll Suffer Like This. So Go Back And Fight To Keep It.

When There Are No Consequences, Being Wrong Is Simply A Diversion.