Why the wolves howl?

found that I am nothing like other writers—neither in their style nor in their words.
My novel is too vast to be diminished, and too beautiful to be confined to a few lines.
I attempted to entice the reader by selecting a passage or a page to crown as queen of all the rest—but I felt like someone standing in a field of flowers, wondering how they could pick just one and be unjust to all the others.
I hope you read my novel, for it is a school in the art of storytelling—one that no one before me has written.
I promise you will find yourselves within its pages and live unforgettable moments with words that will remain with you, carving their way into your hearts and minds, just as water carves its path through stone