Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

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

What I try to do for my readers is to pass on some of the things that I found out about being thirteen after doing it for forty years.

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

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

What teens will realize is always a mystery to me. I'm still realizing so many things myself, very belatedly, that it seems unwise to think I have any right to be showing people things in hopes that they'll realize them.

A little science. A little magic. A little chicken soup.