So actually, there could be parents-of-the-parents-of-the-parents-of-the parents?

You will be faced, now, with pain of a magnitude that none of us here can comprehend because it is beyond our experience. The Receiver himself was not able to describe it, only to remind us that you would be faced with it, that you would need immense courage.

I don't for one second think about the possibility of censorship when I am writing a new book. I know I am a person who cares about kids and who cares about truth and I am guided by my own instincts, and trust them.

There will always be a place for bunnies to talk in rhyme, but that's not what I do.

I'm not terribly conversant with children's literature in general. I tend to read books for adults, being an adult.

It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating, what you're leaving.

What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong?