She knows that whispers can be useful. Sometimes they contain real information. But usually they're fairy tales and lies. This is the worst kind of whisper, the kind that draws you in, gives you hope.

Are there books about us or something?” This makes Pressia angry - the idea that this world is a subject of study, a story, instead of filled with real people, trying to survive.

I've left the Church - for many reasons that I've written about publicly - but it's still a large part of my identity, and I still have my faith, if not my Church.

A good novel doesn't just transcend the boundaries of its target market - it knows nothing about target markets.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Beauty, you can find it here if you look hard enough.

I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.