“Let me get this straight,” August stared seriously at the two “Card-Elves” over his laced hands, elbows resting on his knees. They had...

I liked maths. But I was never good enough at it. I liked sports. I wasn't good enough at that either. I liked art. I wasn't good enough....

I don't know if I'm qualified to write about this, seeing as I've experienced less than thirteen years of it. I don't pretend to know the...