Dearest reader,

Gallagher spoke in his sleep ominously. The first words uttered came as soft as the winding threads of wind through oak branches, but progressed rather loudly and stern throughout this space of one minute. He whispered then shouted three things, and some quite psychic people might take that of some significance.

Writing,

Games;

Imagery.

They came like declarations of power, sprouting in volume and become transgressed to the listener, although more or less Gallagher thought of more than three; and so he would continue to whisper then shout. This time, of seven things.

Irony,

Sarcasm.

Physics;

Storms,

Winds,

Books;

Ignorance.

Nobody knows just what exactly Gallagher meant by those three then seven words. Some have guessed it might have been the things he liked, whereas some, the things he hated. But oddly enough, none have ever asked him.

So, yes. I love all of those things (some of them, love-hate), but either way, that's just some of the "necessary" information. If you really want to get to know me, I suggest reading my stories. After, that is where my Dark Half [totally not a King reference(this is sarcasm, kids)] resides.