All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final

A Warp," Nita Whispered. "a Tunnel Through Space-time. Are You A White Hole?" It Stopped Bobbing, Stared At Her As If She Had Said Something Derogatory. (do I Look Like A Hole?)

All The Drawing Lacks Is The Final Touch: To Add Eyes To The Dragon

The City Breathing, Burning, Living The Life Thy Had Preserved. Ten Million Lives And More. If Something Should Happen To All That Life - How Terrible! Nita Gulped For Control As She Remembered Fred's Word Of Just This Morning, An Eternity Ago. And This Was What Being A Wizard Was About. Keeping Terrible Things From Happening, Even When It Hurts. Not Just Power, Or Control Of What Ordinary People Couldn't Control, Or Delight In Being Able To Make Strange Things Happen. Those Were The Side Effects - Not The Reason, The Purpose.

The Issues Of The Choice Between Right And Wrong Has To Be An Ongoing Concern For Everybody, At Every Age. There Is No Magical Point In A Human Life When Anyone Is Or Becomes Immune To The Second-by-second Choice To Do Right Instead Of Wrong.

You Walk On Water, And Complain That You Can't Find Anything To Drink!