The other wears poetry in his tragic eyes, in his grayish november eyes, throwing small stones into the deep eastern seas,

And he sits beside lonely rivers

I swear, you've described me. You've somehow written both my face and my heritage into this character. I read it twice to understand it, then I started crying. I'm crying even now, as I write this review. It takes a lot of both power and beauty to make a grown man cry. I sincerely hope you get to read this review. -piper cub

beautiful.

it is the sort of prose that reminds me of poetry-the sort of poetry that reminds me of sculpture- and the sort of sculpture that you fear you might wake from eternal sleep.

OMG! This is such a nice chapter! Your writing is so good! I totally love it! Is there a continuation for this one? Can u mail me if there is? And if you have time, can you review my 'Murder' story too? Thnx!