The survivor spoke to us though, or tried to. Mumbling through that matted brown beard of his, pale as death itself. I can__ say now if it was weakness from his wounds or what it was _ but we struggled to understand him. In fact we got nothing intelligible from him at all then. He seemed afraid, like any dying man probably would be, but he did seem more terrified than any dying man I__e seen before _ and I__e seen a few in my time. Let me tell you, Corsair or not, he grabbed whatever hand would hold his, and clenched it so tight his knuckles turned white! He kept fading out as we carried him on the stretcher board the medics brought with them. Looking back, I think he tried to warn us, poor bastard. He tried to tell us to leave him behind and go, but we wouldn__ listen. We thought we were better than the Corsairs, remember? We thought we would be all moral and upright and try to help him. __on__ say I didn__ warn you._ were the last words he said before losing consciousness. At least, those that we could make out. At the end of it all, he was right _ as it turned out, we couldn__ even help ourselves.

The nose can__ help catchin_ what the ears get sick with. Yessir, rock bands just sweat evil. Evil__ been around for a long time, ever since rocks started getting real hot and making a lot of noise as they exploded out o_ the ground and evil spirits wisped out of hell. If a band ever uses a fog machine, hold your breath so you don__ become possessed by one.

Each book holds an experience and an adven

A witer's mind is NEVER silent. It is always conducting the next symphony of words.

Rocks and minerals: the oldest storytellers.

Everything is easier said than done. Wanting something is easy. Saying something is easy. The challenge and the reward are in the doing.