What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

The Pale Pink Light Of Dawn Sparkled On Branch And Leaf And Stone. Every Blade Of Grass Was Carved From Emerald, Every Drip Of Water Turned To Diamond. Flowers And Mushrooms Alike Wore Coats Of Glass. Even The Mud Puddles Had A Bright Brown Sheen. Through The Shimmering Greenery, The Black Tents Of His Brothers Were Encased In A Fine Glaze Of Ice. So There Is Magic Beyond The Wall After All.

A Lot Of Writing Takes Place In The Subconscious, And It's Bound To Have An Effect.

I Am The Blood Of The Dragon. Do Not Presume To Teach Me Lessons.

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

She Walked Fast, To Keep Ahead Of Her Fear.