Writing for adults, you have to keep reminding them of what is going on. The poor things have given up using their brains when they read. Children you only need to tell things to once.

It's just as I thought," she said. "I prefer you to every single one of these. Some of these look far too proud of themselves, and some look selfish and cruel. You are unassuming and kind. I intend to ask my father to marry me to you, instead of to the Prince in Ochinstan. Would you mind?

If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

This is the mythosphere. It's made up of all the stories, theories and beliefs, legends, myths and hopes, that are generated here on Earth. As you can see, it's constantly growing and moving as people invent new tales to tell or find new things to believe. The older strands move out to become these spirals, where things tend to become quite crude and dangerous. They've hardened off, you see.

Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.

If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!