Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone.

Lazy Poets Try To Elicit A Reader's Response With Words Designed To Tug At The Heart.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There.  two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die.  three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die. One Woman Sees A Riselka: Her Path Comes Clear To Her.  two Women See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Bear A Child.  three Women See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Is Clear, One Shall Bear A Child.

After A While, You Start To Realize That You Should Write A Book You Would Want To Read. I Try To Write A Book I Would Enjoy.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.