Frank Nodded Grimly. “well…any Goddess Who Throws

Words Are The Source Of All Power. And Names Are More Than Just A Collection Of Letters.

You Have To Be Compelled To Write. If You’re Not, Nothing Else That You Do Matters.

Just Because I'm Native American Doesn't Mean I Can Track Furniture Through The Wilderness." She Deepened Her Voice: "'yes, Kemosabe. A Three-legged Table Passed This Way An Hour Ago.' Heck, I Don’t Know.

Hope Survives Best At The Hearth.

Coach Hedge Grunted Like He Was Pleased To Have An Excuse. He Unclipped The Megaphone From His Belt And Continued Giving Directions, But His Voice Came Out Like Darth Vader's. The Kids Cracked Up. The Coach Tried Again, But This Time The Megaphone Blared: "the Cow Says Moo!