"Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And beca...

Our lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no longer our own, individual, discrete.
Our lives, our stories, flowed into one another's, were no longer our own, individual, discrete.
