Why do bad guys always get the better stuff? These are the stories we are telling. Here is why we do it.
As we neared the city I flinched at the sight of every brick building on either side of me, certain that was probably the one. The terrible cancer building that was full of sick and dying people and the machines and needles and shelves of medicine that would try to keep us alive. This is a line from my book*, though certainly not a pleasant one. I think of it
There was no doubt about the Magic this time. That’s the line I just read to my children. We were all piled onto Jake’s bed, almost everyone freshly bathed and smelling like everything right with the world, and we’d finished our chapter for the night. “Just read us the first sentence of the next chapter,” Drew begged. So I reopened the book and peeked at the first line and a