A Gnarled Old Branch Dulls The Blade

I Grew Up Around Strong Women; Weak Men Were Pickled And Salted. The Women Wouldn't Waste Time Raising A Weak Boy.

Before I Knew What Was Happening, I Had A Fistful Of Spears Around My Neck Like A Collar. I Could Have Shaved Myself With One Sneeze.

Fantasy Is An Area Where It Is Possible To Talk About Right And Wrong, Good And Evil, With A Straight Face. In Mainstream Fiction And Even In A Good Deal Of Mystery, These Things Are Presented As Simply Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Never Really More Than A Matter Of Where You Happen To Be Standing.

Strange Clothes You Wear, Child Of The Dragon. Has The Wheel Turned So Far? Do The People Of The Dragon Return To The First Covenant? But You Wear A Sword. That Is Neither Now Nor Then.

For The Young, Death Is An Enemy They Wish To Try Their Strength Against. For Those Of Us A Little Older, She Is An Old Friend, An Old Lover, But One We Are Not Eager To Meet Again Soon.