When I Put Magic Into A Book

Adam Didn't Approve Of Wal-mart.

Mercy?” “just A Minute,” I Told Adam. “i'm In The Middle Of A Revelation.

My Mother Was A Children's Librarian. I Remember When Traditional Stories Were Revised For Modern Audiences Until They Bore Only A Nodding Acquaintance With The Originals, But Were Released As 'authentic Indian Stories' When They Were, In Fact, Nothing Of The Kind.

Love Thy Enemies, It Says In The Scriptures. My Foster Mother Always Added, "at The Very Least, You Will Be Polite To Them.

That’s A Pretty Lame Superhero Name,” I Told Him. “scooby-doo Is Already Taken,” He Said With Dignity. “anything Else Sounds Lame In Comparison.