It Is Very Risky. But Each Time

For The First Time, He Heard Something That He Knew To Be Music. He Heard People Singing. Behind Him, Across Vast Distances Of Space And Time, From The Place He Had Left, He Thought He Heard Music Too. But Perhaps, It Was Only An Echo.

Ellen Had Said That Her Mother Was Afraid Of The Ocean, That It Was Too Cold And Too Big. The Sky Was, Too, Thought Annemarie. The Whole World Was: Too Cold, Too Big. And Too Cruel.

I Knew That There Had Been Times In The Past-terrible Times-when People Had Destroyed Others In Haste,in Fear, And Had Brought About Their Own Destruction

It Was Almost December, And Jonas Was Beginning To Be Frightened.

I Think Of Every Book As A Single Entity, And Some Have Later Gone On To Become A Series, Often At The Request Of Readers.