I Am Not Wise, But

Waves Are The Voices Of Tides. Tides Are Life.

This May Be My Only Chance To See Humans Before These Two Are Made Into Fertilizer For Moonwind's Rosebushes.

If You Aren't Having Fun, If You Aren't Anxious To Find Out What Happens Next As You Write, Then Not Only Will You Run Out Of Steam On The Story, But You Won't Be Able To Entertain Anyone Else, Either.

"i Love You, Jonathan," She Whispered. A Long Arm Snaked Around Her, And He Pulled Her Against His Side. "i Know," He Said. "i Just Wanted To Be Sure You Knew It, Too."

When In Doubt, Shoot The Wizard.