Sometimes We Do Not Hear The Whisperer

Sometimes We Do Not Hear The Whisperer Even At Her Loudest Because She Speaks In Our Own Voice, The One We Most Often Discount.

I May Have One More 'star Trek' Novel In Me, But It Would Be In The Old Universe, Not The New One.

The City Breathing, Burning, Living The Life Thy Had Preserved. Ten Million Lives And More. If Something Should Happen To All That Life - How Terrible! Nita Gulped For Control As She Remembered Fred's Word Of Just This Morning, An Eternity Ago. And This Was What Being A Wizard Was About. Keeping Terrible Things From Happening, Even When It Hurts. Not Just Power, Or Control Of What Ordinary People Couldn't Control, Or Delight In Being Able To Make Strange Things Happen. Those Were The Side Effects - Not The Reason, The Purpose.

Do It Now And Avoid The June Rush! Fear Death By Water!

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