Twice Magic

Worrying won’t help it turn up any sooner. And look!” continued the giant. “If you waste your time worrying, how will you have a moment to see how beautiful the world is?

But then," said Caliburn, "the adults are making such an almighty mess of things maybe we have to put our faith in the children, crazy and unrealistic and reckless though they are...

A GIANT heart Needs a GIANT life! GIANT arms Can hold a world! Let me lead a GIANT'S life! No little steps, no holding back! A GIANT'S way, a GIANT'S track! Let my mistakes Be GIANT ones! For I can't live in little worlds! I need the space to run my fill I need to jump from hill to hill And if you take my woods from me I'll wander out into the sea And try to find another world So I can live a GIANT'S life!

Me and the moon, the moon and me When all the world gives up on me When everyone thinks bad about me I still have the moon, it`s me and the moon It`s always the moon and me So I have to keep running, keep running Can`t stop in case I bite someone Keep running, keep running I thought I was good and then I looked down My shaggy coat, my wolfy paws I`m bad as a snake and meaner than grit Don`t try to stop me `cause you will get bit Let me keep running I`m running for the moon, up to the moon Where I can be good When all the world gives up on me When everyone thinks bad about me I still have the moon, it`s me and the moon Mostly it`s me and the moon

This is the problem with stories. Stories always mean something. The question is ... What exactly do they mean?

I was thinking,' said Crusher dreamily [...] 'about LANGUAGE and how in English two negatives make a positive, but in spriteish, a double negative is still a negative. However there is NO language in which two positives make a negative ...' 'Yeah right, like THAT'S the problem,' said Xar, sarcastically. 'I hadn't thought of that!' said Crusher in gentle surprise [...]. 'You're correct, Car. "Yeah, right" IS a statement in English where two positives make a negative...

Sometimes, when I lie awake at night,” said Wish, with big eyes, “I think I can hear, beyond the Wall, the sound of giants howling, as if they’re being attacked by Witches… Don’t you hear that, Bodkin? Are we supposed to just stay here, safe behind our Wall, and let that carry on?

I’m sorry we lied to you, Mother. But the ends justify the means… A fine outcome excuses a bad method… You’ll understand when you’re older.

Ah, being a parent is so much harder than it looks. And just because you are old, does not mean that you do not make mistakes. So that is the story of the Great Jailbreak of Gormincrag.

Sppooooon!!! Where are yoooooouuuu?” The Enchanted Spoon was a bit frightened of the key and had taken to hiding, because the key kept on wanting to kiss the spoon. Wish was so delighted with her success in bringing the spoon and the key and the pins to life that she accidentally did the same with Bodkin’s fork, and regrettably that created a love triangle. The fork decided that it was in love with the key, and that the unfortunate spoon was its main rival. So Bodkin would be trying to eat his supper, and the fork would leap heroically out of Bodkin’s hand to pin the Enchanted Spoon to the ground. Or the spoon would find himself being stalked… and the fork would challenge him to a fight… and the spoon would stick out his chest like a proud swordsman, and the two of them would conduct a complicated spoon-and-fork fight, lunging and parrying and dueling and ambushing each other across the Sweet Track.

...and the problem with werewolves is they do mumble their words, so sometimes you could mistake a grunt for a gurgle, or an oooarrghh for an eereggagh, and completely misunderstand what they were talking about.

winced as the cold outside wind hit them. Through every mirror they could hear the commotion of doors opening, portcullises rising, bars melting, invisible Magical barriers dropping with electric hisses. And then there was the sound of many, many pairs of running feet and opening wings. ‘Oh by the steaming droppings of the Big-bottomed Bogburper!’ swore the Drood Commander, his eyes popping with disbelief. ‘He’s used the Staff-That-Commands-the-Castle to open all the doors so EVERYBODY can escape!!!!!!’ ‘Your guards are going to have their hands full now, Commander,’ said Encanzo drily. ‘We’ll get to see how they deal with those Grim Annises,

THE SPELL OF LOVE DENIED,

Drood Commander, watching Xar in the mirror. ‘He said: “Everything Open,”’ said Encanzo. The smug smile was instantly wiped off the Drood Commander’s face,