T. J. Davey
A welsh poet
The Bachelor party
"The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last." said the wizard with a glint in his eye. "It really is kind of Sam to organise this." Leaning toward his dozing friend. "He swore he'd never leave the Shire again, and here we are!"
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Just a shadow of a long-forgotten past. The hounds pierced the night's silence. Breaking away from the mirror, I hurried to the window and saw a dark cloud of ravens escape into the moonlight. Dread coiled itself around me.
T minus 120 days to launch. My Dearest Susan, though we have never spoken, I am filled with a deep and abiding love for you. These last few months have sprung forth new growth into a once withering heart. Your grace, gentle manner, and quiet strength have captured me in a way that I cannot fully express.