A warp," Nita whispered. "A tunnel through space-time. Are you a white hole?" It stopped bobbing, stared at her as if she had said something derogatory. (Do I look like a hole?)

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

There is a rule for fantasy writers: The more truth you mix in with a lie, the stronger it gets.

"Virtue," he said. "The real thing. It's not some kind of cuddly teddy bear you can keep on the shelf until you need a hug. It's dangerous, which is why it makes people so nervous. Virtue has its own agenda, and believe me, it's not always yours. The word itself means strength, power. And when it gets loose, you'd better watch out." "Something bad might happen..." "Impossible. But possibly something painful."

My first generation of young readers now have not only children, but some of them have grandchildren to whom they're introducing their old passion.

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

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