The classics remain, but what about the underdogs? What about those authors who published great works which didn’t make it “to the top?"

We spent the day forest bathing, shadows of sunlight dancing on our path. The smell of pine permeated as we breathed in the fresh air, washing it down with the water in bottles tied to our hips. We hiked the hills, leaves crunching beneath our feet, as we followed the sounds of water splashing down, searching for the promised cascades. Although we had visited before, Mom and I were fairly new to the area. We previously lived about an hour drive east of it. Together we bought

“Four hundred years. Do you realize I have walked this earth sampling the blood of, what is that, seven, eight generations?” “Yes, my lord,” said Ambrus. “We have had some good times.” Terah poured himself some Bordeaux. Holding the goblet in his hands, his long fingernails clicking on the brass, he continued, “But I am bored, my friend. Are not you?” Ambrus walked to the other side of the table and removed his violin from the red velvet-lined case. “Shall I play for you?”