She likes her horses, especially the Paint and Appaloosa, the wild Arabian filly that bows to no one. I taught you how to box; to survive the poetic rain storms and to never go without combat boots. We have no pity for a world that dies, the black bowels of society and wrongdoers. We behold the glistening stone, an honest merchant named Lithargoel. This is our faith, we are the children of the ancient Ones, the monastic and pious heretics of old Babylon, carrying the burnt-orange torch and hidden knowledge thereof. Sunset to sunrise, the white sand on our ocean floor, each day passes in silent laconic memories, echoing only the other.
A world isn't entire unless you have those who can write your novel without speaking a word, those who know you best and feel sad when you are unhappy; happy when you are joyous, a twin is a second self, brilliant as any hazel-eyed mosaic with intricate ideas, an identical work of art with almost the same name.