His Snores Sounded Like Ducks Mating.

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.

When You Know What A Man Wants You Know Who He Is, And How To Move Him.

I Love Fantasy. I Grew Up Reading Fantasy. But, I Wanted To Put A Somewhat Different Spin On It. The Whole Trope Of Absolute Good Versus Absolute Evil, Which Was Wonderful In The Hands Of J.r. Tolkien, Became Cliche And Rote In The Hands Of The Many Tolkien Imitators That Followed.

Tolkien Can Say That Aragorn Became King And Reigned For A Hundred Years, And He Was Wise And Good. But Tolkien Doesn’t Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn’s Tax Policy? Did He Maintain A Standing Army? What Did He Do In Times Of Flood And Famine? And What About All These Orcs? By The End Of The War, Sauron Is Gone But All Of The Orcs Aren’t Gone – They’re In The Mountains. Did Aragorn Pursue A Policy Of Systematic Genocide And Kill Them? Even The Little Baby Orcs, In Their Little Orc Cradles?

Irri And Jhiqui Argued About Rakharo. “you Are Too Skinny For Him,” Jhiqui Was Saying. “you Are Almost A Boy. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Boys. This Is Known.” Irri Bristled Back. “it Is Known That You Are Almost A Cow. Rakharo Does Not Bed With Cows.