The first time I saw death was not the calm sadness of a relative passing peacefully away but a true nightmare ( Read more... )

I was on my way to the Conservancy early in the morning when I was joined by three Centauri men. I knew all of them. They had come to dinner at our house; two were cousins of my father. I felt comforted by their presence, now I wish I would have been afraid. I wish I would have run for my life ( Read more... )