Hail And Farewell, My Brother.

Magnus Was Sure That The Llama Stampede He Witnessed Was A Coincidence. The Llamas Could Not Be Judging Him.

Thank You,” Simon Said. “it’s A Joke, Isabelle. He’s The Count. He Likes Counting. You Know. ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Chocolate Chip Cookie, Two Chocolate Chip Cookies, Three Chocolate Chip Cookies . . .’” There Was A Rush Of Cold Air As The Door Of The Restaurant Opened, Letting In Another Customer. Isabelle Shivered And Reached For Her Black Silk Scarf. “it’s Not Realistic.” “what Would You Prefer? ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers . . .

Drowning Yourself Won't Help, She Told Herself Sternly. Now, Drowning Will, On The Other Hand.

By The Angel, Bridget’s Depressing,” Said Henry, Setting Down His Newspaper Directly On His Plate And Causing The Edge To Soak Through With Egg Yolk. Charlotte Opened Her Mouth As If To Object, And Closed It Again. “it’s All Heartbreak, Death And Unrequited Love.” “well, That Is What Most Songs Are About,” Said Will. “requited Love Is Nice, But It Doesn’t Make Much Of A Ballad.

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.