Island of Fire

And so it was that in the midst of chaos and color and light, in the glorious rebirth of a magical world, there remained two small vessels dark and drained. And those vessels were the heart and the soul of a brokenhearted young mage, sobbing alone in the sand.

-I'm not creative like you.- -Of course you are!- -I don't sing or draw or act or play an instrument. I can't make things.- -That's not what 'creative' means, you know. Creativity is in everything.-

On the cool stone floor of their prison, Samheed and Lani huddled together to try to sleep.

Aaron looked at Alex as they reached the bottom of the steps. "What? What is that? Jerkface? Is that good?" Alex snorted. "Yeah, Aaron. It's really good. I think it means she likes you.

Maybe you could keep him away from the breakables, eh?” “Maybe I could let him crrrush you into tiny bits,” Simber

People who care about each other don't hurt each other or make each other feel small. Period. End of sentence. It was obvious that Liam's problem was much bigger than just feeling like he had to obey...

Hard stuff forces you to grow up fast...

I’m not stealing your people, I’m rescuing mine,

Shred my beard and call me Ishmael!” the captain shouted. He

thin, whittled stick from his pocket and began to clean his teeth. “You knew

There was no time to look back. Only to move forward, toward the dots on the horizon, and steer for them.

but there was no time to marvel at his own awesomeness.