"Me?" Lenore's a little surprised by the suggestion. No one's ever suggested it before, or at least not while taking her seriously. She's certainly had a few people suggest that she might as well put her peace-seeking ideals into a fairy tale where they belong. "No. It's enough work getting people to listen to me when I can get in their face. Hard to imagine anyone would listen to me if they had to do the work of reading it."

The question lingers a little in her mind. What would she write? Fiction or non-fiction? Philosophy? Histories? Perhaps she could provide some value in compiling some of the scraps of history and stories she's found here and there, things that aren't already part of a greater work, or perhaps she could help draw connections and place things in their proper context.

But that would require access to her own library. And that... that's irrelevant now.