With His Customary Crooked Smile, “are Just

I Want To Kiss You One More Time Before I Die.

There Walked Warlocks In All Their Bat-winged, Cat-eyed Glory, And Here, As They Swung Out Over The River, She Saw The Darting Flash Of Multicolored Tails Under The Silvery Skin Of The Water, The Shimmer Of Long, Pearl-strewn Hair, And Heard The High, Rippling Laughter Of The Mermaids.

Screw The Silent Brothers." "no Thanks. There's Strong And Silent, And Then There's Just Freaky." "isabelle!

Life Is A Book, And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Read. I Would Read Them Together With You, As Many As I Can, Before I Die -" She Put Her Hand Against His Chest, Just Over His Heart, And Felt Its Beat Against Her Palm, A Unique Time Signature That Was All Its Own. "i Only Wish You Would Not Speak Of Dying," She Said. "but Even For That, Yes, I Know How You Are With Your Words, And, Will- I Love All Of Them. Every Word You Say. The Silly Ones, The Mad Ones, The Beautiful Ones, And The Ones That Are Only For Me. I Love Them, And I Love You.

The Great Thing About Writing For A Younger Audience Is That They Will Give It To You Straight With Their Responses. They'll Tell You Exactly What They Liked And Didn't Like, And When They're Enthusiastic, They're Unashamedly Enthusiastic. They'll Talk To You About Your Characters As If They Were Real People, Which Is Wonderful.