Beauty And Fear Make Uneasy Companions

I Always Wanted To Ride A Dragon Myself, So I Decided To Do This For A Year In My Imagination.

My Dear Elinor, You Were Obviously Born Into The Wrong Story,” Said Dustfinger At Last.

Many [book] Even Lay Flat In The Floor Open. Their Spines Upward. Elinor Couldn't Bear To Look! Didn't The Monster Know That Was The Way To Break A Book's Neck?

I Like To Visit My Horse, Have A Walk With My Dog.

Desperate? So What? I'm Desperate, Too!" Fenoglio Snapped At Her. "my Story Is Foundering In Misfortune, And These Hands Here," He Said Holding Them Out To Her, "don't Want To Write Anymore! I'm Afraid Of Words Meggie! 'once They Were Like Honey, Now They're Poison, Pure Poison! But What Is A Writer Who Doesn't Love Words Anymore? What Have I Come To? This Story Is Devouring Me, Crushing Me, And I'm It's Creator!