I Gave You Every Penny of My First Fortune

That era disappeared, and a new one arrived.

A windfall of gold gave you the soul of a poet.

Every minute brings inspiration underfoot, like the slash of a knife, like the chill of the easterly wind and the bitter cold of the north.

A single snowflake drifting in gives rise to a story as white as snow.

A commotion begins with humanity.

I don't know...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.