I have advocated postal reform for many years. The parliament said it was an absurd argument. The people have said it was the right thing.
Sometimes what we want or don't want doesn't matter in the end.
Blessed are the powers that grant me magic. I promise to use their gift well. To help mend my world. To help mend all worlds. And should I forget to mend, Should I refuse to mend, Still I will remember To do no harm.
I was once on a panel where we concluded that the only things you couldn't have in YA were boring and beastiality. Now with the introduction of shapeshifters, I'd say just boring.
I've worked out a Ninja Replacement Score for novels. It's basically the number of characters that need to be replaced by ninjas to make the book good.
Some people need a huge amount of attention, and they are worthy of that attention, and they're still exhausting.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
Cerise ran through the course in her mind. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path. ” She paused, not sure if she’d said it correctly. “Three miles, stream on the right, Mozer Lake, Tinybear, Bigbear, Miller’s Path. ” “Thank you, Dora. Put the sword back into Backpack and we’ll go. ” He nodded at the river. “Who is Dora?” “You are. Dora the Explorer. Vamanos. Put the sword away or I will take it from you.
If we all can figure out how to work together then we are the embodiment of salvation for our entire planet. We have the capabilities of it. That's the gist of it.