Kapok hung his head. His father glared at him from his skull-adorned throne. Valdah the Pitiless struggled to master his temper.
“My son, you bring shame and dishonour to our House,” he kept his voice even. 660 more words
Who rings the doorbell at a time like this? Who on Earth is out on a night like this? Gemma cursed under her breath, pressed pause on the rom-com she’d been enjoying, dropped the remote onto the sofa and hurriedly chewed the coffee crème she had popped into her mouth only seconds before. 581 more words
A writer is a person who enters into sustained relations with the language for experiment and experience not available in any other way…A writer is not so much someone who has something to say as he is someone who has found a process that will bring about new things he would not have thought of if he had not started to say them. 569 more words