Once an idea is out and about, it can't be called back, silenced or erased. You can't contain it, any more than you could put the head of a dandelion back together after the wind has scattered its seeds. — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
“I haven't been around here for long. Well... actually, I haven't been around anywhere for long. I don't know who I am, or what… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
“A long time ago a boy climbed a beanstalk, and he came down a thief. Now a thief is climbing a beanstalk. And who… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
“Hap sighed. If he could change one thing about Umber-besides his constant need for the thrill of exploration-it would be his obsession with secrets… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
“They didn't come to crush the city. They came to crush the hubris of its king." "That must have hurt," Oates said. Umber pinched… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
The worm hissed. "You said it couldn't see!" shouted Oates, forgetting Umber's instruction to be silent. He shook a fist. "We all heard it,… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
Once an idea is out and about, it can't be called back, silenced or erased. You can't contain it, any more than you could… — P.W. Catanese Copy Share Image
