I Was Nervous About Writing Slow Regard.

But Sometimes The Best Help A Person Can Find Is Helping Someone Else.

Then I Felt Something Inside Me Break And Music Began To Pour Out Into The Quiet. My Fingers Danced; Intricate And Quick They Spun Something Gossamer And Tremulous Into The Circle Of Light Our Fire Had Made. The Music Moved Like A Spiderweb Stirred By A Gentle Breath, It Changed Like A Leaf Twisting As It Falls To The Ground, And It Felt Like Three Years Waterside In Tarbean, With A Hollowness Inside You And Hands That Ached From The Bitter Cold.

Isn't That The Way Of The World? We Want The Sweet Things, But We Need The Unpleasant Ones.

I Needed To Let Them Know They Couldn't Hurt Me. I've Learned That The Best Way To Stay Safe Is To Make Your Enemies Think You Can't Be Hurt.

Character Is Half The Reason We Read. We're Excited Because Of The Plot, But We Care Because Of The Characters.