If It Has To Be Done At

I Am In The Interesting Position Of Being Sometimes Skimmed By The Critics And Called Literature And Sometimes Called Historical Fiction.

Every Woman Has To Have Something Which Singles Her Out, Which Catches The Eyes, Which Makes Her The Center Of Attention. I Am Going To Be French.

Just Because One Man Calls Him Allah And Another Calls Him God Is No Reason For Believers To Be Enemies.

Edward Lives As If There Is No Tomorrow, Richard As If He Wants No Tomorrow, And George As Though Someone Should Give It To Him For Free.

She Is Melusina, The Water Goddess, And She Is Found In Hidden Springs And Waterfalls In Any Forest In Christendom, Even In Those As Far Away As Greece. (...) A Man May Love Her If He Keeps Her Secret And Lets Her Alone When She Wants To Bathe, And She May Love Him In Return Until He Breaks His Word, As Men Always Do, And She Sweeps Him Into The Depths With Her Fishy Tail, And Turns His Faithless Blood To Water. The Tragedy Of Melusina, Whatever Language Tells It, Whatever Tune It Sings, Is That A Man Will Always Promise More Than He Can Do To A Woman He Cannot Understand.