Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?