Everybody Loves To Show Up At The

Sadie Got Up And Kissed Amos On The Forehead. “leave It To Us, Uncle. I’ve Got A Plan.” “that,” I Said, “sounds Like Very Bad News.

I Want A Room Decorated With Bones!" Dan Said. "where'd They Come From?" "cemeteries," Amy Said. "back In The 1700s, The Cemeteries Were Getting Overcrowded, So They Decided To Dig Up Tons Of Old Bodies–all Their Bones–and Move Them Into The Catacombs. The Thing Is...look At The Dates. See When They Started Moving Bones Into The Catacombs?" Dan Squinted At The Screen. He Didn't See What She Was Talking About. "is It My Birthday?

Don’t Judge Someone Until You’ve Stood At His Forge And Worked With His Hammer, Eh?

I Don't Think About Being Famous, Really. Being An Author, I Don't Generally Get Stopped As I Walk Down The Street. It's Not Like Being A Movie Star.

Great Victory Requires Great Risk. -hera