"To read is to conjure thought and image from nothing. Words are magic, and those that weave them well are wizards."
"He thinks he's in control, but really he's just an unwieldy puppet with a dozen people pulling his strings."
Harold turned on the sailboat's radio, vigilantly listening as he had for months. Silence again. The mainland was a tomb.
Crypto-Cloth pulled a bazooka out of her tight jeans. Asil blinked. "How'd—" "Extradimensional pockets." "Now THAT'S a power!"
Titania brushed the physicist's cheek. "You seek the truth of my being?" He nodded to the fairy queen. "Then seek the truth of yours."
The spell cast, he opened his closet to Aneko and her Sunday morning in Hokkaido. His Saturday night in Boston closed behind him.
Fluid gushed as it escaped the plastic maturation bag. Turning rows of hungry eyes to the scientists, it's first steps followed.
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