Sometimes I wonder if I could make a living writing bookflaps.
Cerrilie and Tovaran, Children of the Silver Traitors, One to take their unnatural deaths, the other to carry their irretrievable lives, One doomed to be alone, never to share that fate of all creatures, the other destined to never truly live a life their own before bearing the fate of an entire people. Which is which, or are they the same? For without the other their existence is not whole, and yet one cannot reach the other, bound by the very nature that forces each to need the other in order to be complete.
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Yes I have often said everything you have me read only wets my appetite for the rest and I am always sorely disappointed when there is none!
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