[A]fter reading his blog, revisiting his books, speaking with Tom's friends, and interviewing members of the SF literary community, I saw a total of five suspects emerge.
The only thing I've said definitively so far is that I hate trying to make these kinds of definitions. So allow me to jump straight into the works at hand and see what I can make of this mess.
this truest / of rarae aves still has, at least in game / theory, the potential for existence /
She stood, looked out the window, and she wanted to say, It'll be okay and, Trust me . And I love you . She couldn't, so there was silence.