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?)

You walk on water, and complain that you can't find anything to drink!

And we will cause it to be well-made, this Sacrifice. You, young and never loving; I, old and never loved. Such a Song the Sea will never have seen.

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

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.