There Is A Rule For Fantasy Writers:

"power," Nita Heard Her Father Say Behind Her. "creation. Forces From Before Time. This Is--this Business Is For Saints, Not Children!" "even Saints Have To Start Somewhere," Carl Said Softly. "and It's Always Been The Children Who Have Saved The Universe From The Previous Generation And Remade The Universe In Their Own Image."

"virtue," He Said. "the Real Thing. It's Not Some Kind Of Cuddly Teddy Bear You Can Keep On The Shelf Until You Need A Hug. It's Dangerous, Which Is Why It Makes People So Nervous. Virtue Has Its Own Agenda, And Believe Me, It's Not Always Yours. The Word Itself Means Strength, Power. And When It Gets Loose, You'd Better Watch Out." "something Bad Might Happen..." "impossible. But Possibly Something Painful."

Blood In The Water I Sing, And One Who Shed It: Deadliest Hunger I Sing, And One Who Fed It- Weaving The Ancient-most Tale Of The Sea's Sending: Singing The Tragedy, Singing The Joy Unending This Is Our Shame- This Is The Whole Ocean's Glory: This Is The Song Of The Twelve. Hark To The Story! Hearken, And Bring It To Pass: Swift Lest The Sorrow Long Ago Laid To It's Rest Devour Us Tomarrow!

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.

Something Always Happens. You Still Have To Promise Stuff Anyway. If You Have To Work To Make The Promises True... It's Like A Spell. You Have To Say The Words Every Time You Want The Results.