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What I Try To Do For My Readers Is To Pass On Some Of The Things That I Found Out About Being Thirteen After Doing It For Forty Years.

Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And Gone To The Good Place!

All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final Touch: To Add Eyes To The Dragon

But Even In Your World It’s A Byword. Men Will Fight Bravely And Be Heroes, But For Last-ditch Defense Against Any Odds… Get A Mother.

"power," Nita Heard Her Father Say Behind Her. "creation. Forces From Before Time. This Is--this Business Is For Saints, Not Children!" "even Saints Have To Start Somewhere," Carl Said Softly. "and It's Always Been The Children Who Have Saved The Universe From The Previous Generation And Remade The Universe In Their Own Image."