You died while killing a fly. Little did you know, the fly had metal wings and cut your palms, and when you smushed it the dead-fly-juice infected your cuts immediately and you... just... died...
You have to write the book that wants to be written. And if the book will be too difficult for grown-ups, then you write it for children. — Madeleine L'Engle, Author
And if you don't like them, how'd they earn your trust, huh?
Okay that's more likely. Lol
