The Door Slammed Open. Vivenna Jumped, Putting

In The End, I Worry That My Arrogance Shall Destroy Us All.

You See, That Is The Sad, Sorry, Terrible Thing About Sarcasm. It's Really Funny.

What Did It Mean To Be Called “lord”? I’ll Assume You’ve Never Had The Honor, Since I Doubt Any Of You Happen To Be British Royalty. (and, If By Chance You Are, Then Let Me Say, “hello, Your Majesty! Welcome To My Stupid Book. Can I Borrow Some Cash?”)

A Story Doesn't Live Until It Is Imagined In Someone's Mind.

In The End, I Must Proclaim That No Good Can Be Achieved Of False Means. For The Substance Of Our Existence Is Not In The Achievement, But In The Method.