Truths can be hard to accept.
“Hi, my name’s Dennis, and I’m magic—”
Carlos sat in the grav-lift, the orange light of sodium lamps pushing through his closed eyelids.
We were playing in the park when Garold first took root.
The day after he registered his daughter’s birth, Bathar began conducting the inspections of the shield himself.
There is a place where the lost go to be found.