Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic,

There Are Not So Many Mythical Creatures From Inkheart.

Everyone Is Small At Night.

I Just Did A Picture Book Called The Wildest Brother On Earth, And You Will Find Both Of My Children In There.

It Was Much Easier For Him Now That He Was Smaller To Negotiate His Way Through His Crammed Shop But He Still Tried To Swagger Past The Shelves Like He Used To In The Past. The Attempt Looked So Strange That Scipio Started To Mimic Him Behind His Back. "what's The Silly Giggling About?" Barbarossa Asked When Prosper And Renzo Bust Out Laughing.

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!