Don't You Ever Get Tired Of Asking

Does Anyone In This Land Act Like They're Supposed 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.

"hello," He Greeted Her Cheerfully. "you Must Be Alan Of Trebond. You're Very Hardy To Have Made It This Far The First Day. Has Anyone Said What We Try To Learn In Here?" Alanna Said The First Thing That Came To Her Lips. "the Only Thing I Know Is That I Jump When I'm Told To And I Have No Free Time."

Never Before Had She Seen Such Creatures, Though They Looked Much Live Very Large, Very Shaggy White Goats. Thin Black Horns Punctuated The Top Of Their Long Faces. You Look Like A Collection Of Grandfathers, She Thought, Amused.

Teen Problem Novels? I Can Go Through Them Like A Box Of Chocolates. And There Are Fantasy Books Out Now That Need A Lot More Editing. Fantasy Got To Be So Popular That People Began To Think 'we Don't Need To Be As Diligent With The Razor Blade,' But They Do.