We must learn from our struggles.
The Last Hunger Season: A Year in an African Farm Community on the Brink of ChangeThe story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat
The Last ColonyThat's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.
The Last DragonslayerAge had drained the color from her eyes the way darkness drains the color from everything
THE LAST EVELike everyone I slipped into adulthood like a delinquent through the back door.
The Last EnchantmentsLike the first breath of living wind to the sailor becalmed and starving, I felt hope stir.
The Last EnchantmentThe Thames was beautiful, dark, and swift beneath the billion yellow and white lights of the city…
The Last EnchantmentsWe born dyin'...But you ask a man an' he talk like he gonna live forevah.
The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey