Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

At the core of every ordered system, whether a family or a factory, is chaos. But in the whirl of every chaos lies a strange order, waiting to be found.

A scar is not always a flaw. Sometimes a scar may be redemption inscribed in the flesh, a memorial to something endured, to something lost.

That was interesting, riding in the trunk," Milo said, "but I wouldn't want to do it again.

Human cruelty and treachery surpassed all understanding. There were no answers. Only excuses.

We are not born to wait. We are born to do.

I am twenty years old. To a world-wise adult, I am little more than a child. To any child, however, I am old enough to be distrusted, to be excluded forever from the magical community of the short and beardless.