Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.

“Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the t…”

“Tristan's heart pounded in his chest, as if it was not big enough to contain al…”

“A typical National World Weekly would tell the world how Jesus' face was seen o…”

“Ray Bradbury was not ahead of his time. He was perfectly of his time, and more …”