Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn..

I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine."
"Bayern's Own? But you're a child."
Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

Yes, we'll yell, 'Help, help us, goose girl, and bring the terrifying legion of warrior geese'.

What a noise we'll make among the drab and dull, how we'll...wait, I want more green. I hope I did not imply I only wanted your colors. We can't turn a cold shoulder to green, and blue, and purple, for the sake of all ordered things, how can you dismiss purple? Call [him] back and tell him of my need of purple!

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

Being a writer is a good, good thing.