A Foreword

Ah, my dear reader.

Finally I have you in my grasp, within the reach of my claws, receptive to my touch.
I wish for nothing more than to captivate minds, and see you reach for
understanding, not quite grasp it; and fall.

Pitty is boring, fantasy fun, and words so much sharper than the knife.

Hopefully, my fingers are quicker than my tongue. And hopefully, you will cry,
tears of laughter and tears of pain, as you turn the pages in agony, willing to
pay the price, all just to see the end.

Words are the shapest of chisels, and minds the finest marble.