It’s actually a rather romantic and dramatic story — one I would eagerly tell you, except for the fact that I recently forgot it, based on it being far too long and having not enough decapitations.
The look of disbelief that ran across the boy’s face was somehow more disturbing than the despair it had replaced. This creature had given up hope long ago; he probably begged out of habit rather than expectation.
What? Is that boy crazy?” “Most young men his age are somewhat crazy, I think,” Sazed said with a smile. “However, this is hardly unexpected. Haven’t you noticed how he stares at you when you enter a room?” “I thought he was just creepy.
This makes readers feel hurt and worried for the characters. The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren’t the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
