Dawn Rose From The Desert And Turned

There Was No Violence, No Speed. It Moved To The Rhythm Of An Elder Dance, Putting All The Rituals Of The World To Shame. Black, Silver, Gold And Moon-opal, Night And Sea, Fire, Earth, Air And Water.

Whatever The Hell I Am, I Am Me.

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

In The Greater Part Of Humankind There Resides An Instinct For Survival. It Is This Which Can Clutch At Straws And Effect A Rescue From Them. It Is This Which Can, Now And Then, Outwit Fate.