A good story makes a journey go by more quickly. A really good story makes you forget you are even on a journey.

Step and land, step and land. That’s all travel was. Throw in some running and a change of scenery. No big deal, right? And so, off he went. Off they went together.

Lenny’s face was smiling, too. For a minute they were both ten years old. Time travel in real life.

The trouble with being too careful about your wishes, though, was that you could end up with a wish so shapeless that it could come true and you wouldn’t even know it, or it wouldn’t...

I want to learn to play the guitar,” and then they found some practical, convenient, cheap way, often involving a church basement, for you to do it. But Hector had not come up with any...

Whatever her name was, she was pretty. She had a thick, careless braid of chestnut hair, a quick smile, and dark, merry eyes. She wore some kind of a fuzzy lavender pullover, and when she...