Photo: Michaela Fishback and Iowa Poet Laureate Mary Swander
Dear Michael Scott,
I recently observed that my once flaring imagination was taking a turn for the worst. I had islands and entire worlds full of strange creatures that I was to visit every day crammed in my brain. It was crazy. But, as I've grown older and become busier with school, I've given up on those planets of fun for my real, busy life. I would try and go back, but it's not the same.
When I read this series, I was shocked. Shocked that someone had so many ideas and images to share. I would be staring out the window, finding myself once again leaving to another world; to a vivid place of in-humans, Dark Elders, minions and spies, Shadow Realms, and guessing. Once again, I would let my brain fill with crazy ideas that no one would ever understand. Unless they read your books.
The thing so different about your writing is that it all seems so normal, so very possible. Unlike stories of things that happen in a magical castle, where the witch has to cast a spell on the princess. Everyone in your series is so knowing, like it always will be. They all realize that they are, indeed, normal people in a normal world, who have gone beyond normal efforts, to make themselves not normal. The term extra ordinary, (extraordinary) takes on a whole new meaning.
Your books have reminded my soul of the spark I've always had. They have reminded me to never give up on anything that inspires me. Thank you.
Good Luck on your continuing series!