Sometimes, When You're So Sad You Don't

Who Are You?' Mo Looked At The White Women. Then He Looked At Dustfinger's Still Face. Guess.' The Bird Ruffled Up Its Golden Feathers, And Mo Saw That The Mark On Its Breast Was Blood. You Are Death.' Mo Felt The Word Heavy On His Tongue. Could Any Word Be Heavier?

Second, There Are So Many Magical Places In Books That You Cant Go To, Like Hogwarts And Middle Earth, So I Wanted To Set A Story In A Place Where Children Can Actually Go.

Beauty And Fear Make Uneasy Companions

Dustfinger Closed His Eyes And Listened. He Was Home Again.

So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!