The Spear In The Other’s Heart Is

All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final Touch: To Add Eyes To The Dragon

"virtue," He Said. "the Real Thing. It's Not Some Kind Of Cuddly Teddy Bear You Can Keep On The Shelf Until You Need A Hug. It's Dangerous, Which Is Why It Makes People So Nervous. Virtue Has Its Own Agenda, And Believe Me, It's Not Always Yours. The Word Itself Means Strength, Power. And When It Gets Loose, You'd Better Watch Out." "something Bad Might Happen..." "impossible. But Possibly Something Painful."

(true,) The White Hole Said. (my Name Is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) And At The Same Time He Went Flickering Through A Pattern Of Colors That Was Evidently The Visual Translation.

But The Trouble With Sainthood These Days Is The Robe-and-halo Imagery That Gets Stuck Onto It." Carl Got That Brooding Look Again. "people Forget That Robes Were Street Clothes Once... And Still Are, In A Lot Of Places. And Halos Are To That Fierce Air Of Innocence What Speech Balloons In Comics Are To The Sound Of The Voice Itself. Shorthand. But Most People Just See An Old Symbol And Don't Bother Looking Behind It For The Meaning. Sainthood Starts To Look Old-fashioned, Unattainable... Even Repellent. Actually, You Can See It All Around, Once You Learn To Spot It.

Dear Artificer, I’ve Blown My Quanta And Gone To The Good Place!