You Do Have The Idea Of Being

I May Have One More 'star Trek' Novel In Me, But It Would Be In The Old Universe, Not The New One.

You Do Have The Idea Of Being ‘just Good Friends?’” He Gave Her A Sideways Look. “for So High And Honorable An Estate,” Roshaun Said, “ ‘just’ Seems A Poor Modifier To Choose.

"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."

But The Trouble With Sainthood These Days Is The Robe-and-halo Imagery That Gets Stuck Onto It." Carl Got That Brooding Look Again. "people Forget That Robes Were Street Clothes Once... And Still Are, In A Lot Of Places. And Halos Are To That Fierce Air Of Innocence What Speech Balloons In Comics Are To The Sound Of The Voice Itself. Shorthand. But Most People Just See An Old Symbol And Don't Bother Looking Behind It For The Meaning. Sainthood Starts To Look Old-fashioned, Unattainable... Even Repellent. Actually, You Can See It All Around, Once You Learn To Spot It.

Blood In The Water I Sing, And One Who Shed It: Deadliest Hunger I Sing, And One Who Fed It- Weaving The Ancient-most Tale Of The Sea's Sending: Singing The Tragedy, Singing The Joy Unending This Is Our Shame- This Is The Whole Ocean's Glory: This Is The Song Of The Twelve. Hark To The Story! Hearken, And Bring It To Pass: Swift Lest The Sorrow Long Ago Laid To It's Rest Devour Us Tomarrow!