Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.
The MonstrumologistIsn’t it tragic that sometimes it takes grief to understand what we have held so dear?
The Promise of StardustIt’s December in Florida, and there are still a few leaves clinging on the branches for dear summer.
This Book is Not FOR SALEIt was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
White NightsDear me. Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.
Clockwork AngelDear child, some stories have no morals. Sometimes darkness and madness are simply that.
Alif the Unseenmy dear, we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.
Sanober KhanTried a lot,but can't find a companion like you my dear solitude. Let us shake our hands again.
sandeep bhat