My Grandmother Told Stories; She Was Very

Which Of Us Has Not Felt That The Character We Are Reading In The Printed Page Is More Real Than The Person Standing Beside Us?

Believe, Believe, Believe

When It Came To Hiding, Even Gwin Had Nothing To Teach Dustfinger. A Strange Sense Of Curiosity Had Always Driven Him To Explore The Hidden, Forgotten Corners Of This And Any Other Place, And All That Knowledge Had Now Come In Useful.

Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic, Too.

When The Heart Craved Something So Forcefully, Then Reason Became Nothing But Helpless Observer.