I should probably start with the blood.

On Sunday, something washed up on shore.

I write this sitting in the kitchen sink.

Quite like old times,' the room says.

My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes.

That night Flora wanted to eat watermelon.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

Feast or famine. My plate is suddenly full.

From above, start with the privileged view.

I don't know if I killed my dad or not.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.

Ilium, New York, is divided into three parts.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Thunder sounded, very near, and the child woke.