That is the nature of prophecy... Prophecy will bite your prick off every time.

“When I know the truth, I must go to Robert. And pray that he is the man I think…”

“His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your lit…”

“Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.”

“Searching is not finding.”