Something always happens. You still have to promise stuff anyway. If you have to work to make the promises true... it's like a spell. You have to say the words every time you want the results.

So rage, proud Power: fail again! And see my blood teach Death to die!

Dear Artificer, I’ve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!

Sometimes we do not hear the Whisperer even at her loudest because she speaks in our own voice, the one we most often discount.

Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.

It’d be a poor kind of world where there was just one explanation for things. ---Rhiow

(True,) the white hole said. (My name is Khairelikoblepharehglukumeilichephreidosd'enagouni-) and at the same time he went flickering through a pattern of colors that was evidently the visual translation.