I Will Not Say I Am Sorry,

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

Some Writers Later, Describing The Events Of That Night And Day, Wrote That Wan'yen Of The Altai Had Seen A Spirit-dragon Of The River And Become Afraid. Writers Do That Sort Of Thing. They Like Dragons In Their Tales.

There Are No Wrong Turnings. Only Paths We Had Not Known We Were Meant To Walk.

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.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.