My daughter, Anna, is almost 15, and my son, Ben, is almost 10.
Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!
Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!
Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?