Having just finished slipping my belt on, I freeze and turn around, my shirt still on the bed, "Uh...yeah. And there's this new tradition. It's called knocking. It warns people before others come in. You should use it sometime."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I swallow, glancing at Nic before Rayah raises an eyebrow, "And guess what? There's a new invention. A fist. I can use it sometime," She threatens, walking out.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
