. ISABELThe window is open,so’s that doorI didn’t know theydid that anymoreWho knew we ownedeight thousand salad plates?For years, I haveroamed th...se empty hallswhy have a ballroomwith no balls?Finally they’reopening up the gatesThere will beactual real live peopleit will be totally strangebut Wow, am I soready for this change‘Cause for thefirst time in foreverThere will be music,there will be lightFor the first time in foreverI will be dancingthrough the nightWith the enthusiasm I knew she. Slowly, haltingly, William placed one foot in front of the other, expecting to fall or bang into something at any moment. It took all his concentration to rein in his panic.????????????????? They entered the building through a creaking door, and a musty smell of disuse assailed William’s senses. Quickly, she hustled him forward into the waiting jaws of an elevator. Stumbling, William gasped in pain as his elbow cracked against the adjacent wall. The elevator lurched to its feet, and began the. My English teacher's name was Miss Jones, or that was what she wanted the class to call her. She was just out of college, and was about twenty-six years old. Miss Jones came from a family of all teachers. Her mom and dad were teachers, as well as her aunts. So she was well versed in what it took to be a teacher, and also knew about and was experienced at administering corporal punishment on her students. Miss Jones always came to class in a nice dress, her make-up was always just right, and she. Your wit and charm were usually enough to handle most people, but when they weren’t, you also had your magical talent to fall back on.Within a year, you had killed your first man - a fat, balding pig who tried to get you drunk so he could assault you in your bed. Leaving only the burning husk of an inn behind, you fled that town under cover of midnight and continued to drift for five more years. You mastered your spells while following the trail of devastation left in Sindarion’s wake, waiting.