Good style in prose is always hostage to the precision, speed, and laconic intensity of poetic diction.

Poetry is the language of the soul;
Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.
Each line must flow as in a song,
and strike a chord that rings forever.
To me, words are music!

Domonic is a great student, has good speed and size. He has great intensity.

Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.

I always demand intensity in training. That's my style, and I like it.

Life - the way it really is - is a battle not between Bad and Good but between Bad and Worse