Which Of Us Has Not Felt That

The Sea Always Filled Her With Longing, Though For What She Was Never Sure.

My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost 15, And My Son, Ben, Is Almost 10.

This World,' She Said. 'do You Really Like It?' What A Question! Farid Never Asked Himself Such Things. He Was Glad To Be With Dustfinger Again And Didn't Mind Where That Was. It's A Cruel World, Don't You Think?' Meggie Went On. 'mo Often Told Me I Forget How Cruel It Is Too Easily.' With His Burned Fingers, Farid Stroke Her Fair Hair. It Shone Even In The Dark. 'they're All Cruel,' He Said. 'the World I Come From, The World You Come From, And This One, Too. Maybe The People Don't See The Cruelty In Your World Right Away, It's Better Hidden, But It's There All The Same.

Nothing Chased Nightmares Away Faster Than The Rustle Of Printed Paper.

So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!