It Felt Like A Small Forever.

Everything He Had Ever Done That Had Been Better Left Undone. Every Lie He Had Told — Told To Himself, Or Told To Others. Every Little Hurt, And All The Great Hurts. Each One Was Pulled Out Of Him, Detail By Detail, Inch By Inch. The Demon Stripped Away The Cover Of Forgetfulness, Stripped Everything Down To Truth, And It Hurt More Than Anything.

When I Was Very Young, I Would Occasionally Stick 'f****' Where I Knew Something Contentious Might Happen So That The Editor Could Remove The Word 'f***' Very Proudly And Leave Whatever Else Was Around It.

First Rule Of Magic: Don't Let Anyone Know Your Real Name. Names Have Power.

I Loved The Sound Of The Words, Even If I Was Not Entirely Sure What All Of Them Meant.

And, Selfish And Scared, I Wonder How Much More He Has To Give.