The Problem With Most Genre

The Weaver Is A Really Godlike Power. It's Not Even A Blind Idiot God, A Sort Of Lovecraft Thing, It's Just A Purely Capricious God. It's An Intelligence You Can't Understand, So You Can't Trust It." -amazon.com Interview

Word Spread Because Word Will Spread. Stories And Secrets Fight, Stories Win, Shed New Secrets, Which New Stories Fight, And On.

A Trap Is Only A Trap If You Don't Know About It. If You Know About It, It's A Challenge.

Perhaps The Window Is Not A Sun But An Asterisk, Interrupting The Grammar Of The Sky, With Me Sitting Below It Like A Footnote.

Old Stories Would Tell How Weavers Would Kill Each Other Over Aesthetic Disagreements, Such As Whether It Was Prettier To Destroy An Army Of A Thousand Men Or To Leave It Be, Or Whether A Particular Dandelion Should Or Should Not Be Plucked. For A Weaver, To Think Was To Think Aesthetically. To Act - To Weave - Was To Bring About More Pleasing Patterns. They Did Not Eat Physical Food: They Seemed To Subsist On The Appreciation Of Beauty.