It’d Be A Poor Kind Of World

Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Chip.

So Rage, Proud Power: Fail Again! And See My Blood Teach Death To Die!

A Warp," Nita Whispered. "a Tunnel Through Space-time. Are You A White Hole?" It Stopped Bobbing, Stared At Her As If She Had Said Something Derogatory. (do I Look Like A Hole?)

There Is A Rule For Fantasy Writers: The More Truth You Mix In With A Lie, The Stronger It Gets.

How Am I Supposed To Save The Universe With All This Noise?!