Author has written 1 story for Avatar: Last Airbender.
Something came out of one of the dark doors and stepped in front of them. It looked like the Scarecrow of Oz but it was'nt smiling. It had an even more skwinchy voice than Mister George like the rope hanging around its neck was too tight.
Hello clubfoot, it said. It stood right in the way.
We are seeking an oddyents with the Player King said Mister George. He was trying to be brave but he was very small.
But you have no safe conduck, it said. Why should I let you pass? Its fingers made a creeky noise like the branches outside Jessicas window when it was windy.
Mister George did'nt say anything for a long long time. Jessica wanted to run.
For love of the moon, he said then. For memory. This one is young and still unmarked.
And why should I not take her sweetness the scarecrow said and leaned forward to look at Princess Jessica. Its eyes were painted on and crooked. Perhaps that will make memory stop burning. Perhaps it will blacken the moon and I can forget.
You are not here to forget ezra, said Mister George. We all travel here to remember.
- Tad Williams, The Writer's Child