Dustfinger Still Clearly Remembered The Feeling Of

I Like To Visit My Horse, Have A Walk With My Dog.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?" Mo Had Said..."as If Something Were Left Between The Pages Every Time You Read It. Feelings, Thoughts, Sounds, Smells...and Then, When You Look At The Book Again Many Years Later, You Find Yourself There, Too, A Slightly Younger Self, Slightly Different, As If The Book Had Preserved You Like A Pressed Flower...both Strange And Familiar.

He Flung His Arms Around Her Neck, But Only Once He Saw Silvertoungue's Back Was Turned. He Never Knew With Fathers. "i'll Save Him, Meggie!" He Wispered In Her Ear. "i'll Bring Dustfinger Back. This Story Will Have A Happy Ending.i Swear!

Desperate? So What? I'm Desperate, Too!" Fenoglio Snapped At Her. "my Story Is Foundering In Misfortune, And These Hands Here," He Said Holding Them Out To Her, "don't Want To Write Anymore! I'm Afraid Of Words Meggie! 'once They Were Like Honey, Now They're Poison, Pure Poison! But What Is A Writer Who Doesn't Love Words Anymore? What Have I Come To? This Story Is Devouring Me, Crushing Me, And I'm It's Creator!

What A Plague Love Is!