Sometimes we do not hear the Whisperer even at her loudest because she speaks in our own voice, the one we most often discount.
A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.
How am I supposed to save the universe with all this noise?!
Dear Artificer, Iโve blown my quanta and gone to the Good Place!
The Spear in the Otherโs heart is the spear in your own: you are he.
Honey, have you seen your sister?โ Sheโs on Jupiter, Mom.