Constance (Constance, #1)

by Matthew FitzSimmons

I hope this small token of my affection allows you all to live long, long lives wallowing in your collective mediocrity.

I hope this small token of my affection allows you all to live long, long lives wallowing in your collective mediocrity.

Most of life is lived to be forgotten. That was the way of things, cruel though it felt when it was your life that would be lost.

Most of life is lived to be forgotten. That was the way of things, cruel though it felt when it was your life that would be lost.

If you lived your life to be remembered when you were gone, you were wasting your time.

If you lived your life to be remembered when you were gone, you were wasting your time.