No, Rae, the clocks won't chime again, these clocks have marked my fall." - Fletcher Green
We are one now, little brother, you and I, Sebastian said. We are one.
For a storyteller, an open ending leaves much room for imagination; for the inquisitive reader, however, it is a source of great anxiety.
Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought,...