There Is A Rule For Fantasy Writers:

Reading One Book Is Like Eating One Potato Chip.

"power," Nita Heard Her Father Say Behind Her. "creation. Forces From Before Time. This Is--this Business Is For Saints, Not Children!" "even Saints Have To Start Somewhere," Carl Said Softly. "and It's Always Been The Children Who Have Saved The Universe From The Previous Generation And Remade The Universe In Their Own Image."

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

So Rage, Proud Power: Fail Again! And See My Blood Teach Death To Die!

She Tried To Walk Softly And Wished The Trees Wouldn't Stare At Her So.