I Don't Want To Be A Queen.

I've Always Preferred Writing About Grey Characters And Human Characters. Whether They Are Giants Or Elves Or Dwarves, Or Whatever They Are, They're Still Human, And The Human Heart Is Still In Conflict With The Self.

There's No Shame In Fear, My Father Told Me, What Matters Is How We Face It.

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?

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

Old Stories Are Like Old Friends, She Used To Say. You Have To Visit Them From Time To Time.