But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose." Anne Brontë PROLOGUE A rose is a strange flower. Its beauty demands immediate attention, yet when you get too close, it pricks you, leaving a numb feeling. When a rose starts withering, it is a sad moment, because you think you'll never find another beauty like that of the rose. But, the sad truth is that when one rose dies, another takes its place. That, my friend, applies to everything.All Rights Reserved