This May Be My Only Chance To

I Don't Write From Dreams Because I Don't Remember Mine, But I Had A Fragment Of An Image Left About Twins, Whose Father Was Telling Them How Their Lives Were Going To Go For The Next Eight Years. I Wrote A Scene About That, And Then Another And Then Another And Then Another, And After Five Months I Had 732 Pages.

Pounce Had It Easier Than Any Of Us. No One Noticed A Black Cat In The Street. He Stopped Here And There To Sniff Aught Of Interest. Wherever Our Rat Stopped, Pounce Was There, Close Enough To See Up The Rat's Nose. I Was So Proud. Now There Was A Proper God, Making Himself Useful! Since My Thought Might Be Deemed Blasphemy, I Said Silent Prayers To The Goddess And To Mithros. I Begged Forgiveness And Asked Them Not To Misunderstand. Since I Wasn't Blasted Where I Stood, I Guess They Forgave Me, Or They Hadn't Heard My Blasphemy.

"i Am Silly, Now And Then," Sandry Admitted. "my Mother Said I Was, Anyway." "if You Know, You Can Stop It." Carefully Daja Placed A Candle Behind Trader Koma's Image. "then You've Never Been Silly, Or You'd Know It Just Creeps Up Without Any Warning."

These Mages," Kol Asked, A Wicked Glint In His Eye, "what Kind Of Fees Will They Charge? Will I Get A Two-for-one Discount, Since They're Twins?

Tortall And The Queens Riders!