When You Can’t Do Something

Too Late, He Recalled Miles's Dictum That The Reward For A Job Well Done Was Usually A Harder Job.

The Rule For Finding Plots For Character-centered Novels, Which Is To Ask: 'so What's The Worst Possible Thing I Can Do To *this* Guy?' And Then Do It.

The Most Important Thing About Quests, He Decided, Was Not In Finding What You Went Looking For, But In Finding What You Never Could Have Imagined Before You Ventured Forth.

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

I Miss It Every Minute, And I Have No Wish At All To Go Back.