It Is One Thing To Lead By

More Than One Philosopher Has Claimed That We Ever Remain Children, Far Beneath The Indurated Layers That Make Up The Armour Of Adulthood. Armour Encumbers, Restricts The Body And Soul Within It. But It Also Protects. Blows Are Blunted. Feelings Lose Their Edge, Leaving Us To Suffer Naught But A Plague Of Bruises, And, After A Time, Bruises Fade.

Chaos Needs No Allies, For It Dwells Like A Poison In Every One Of Us.

With The Black Company Series Glen Cook Single-handedly Changed The Face Of Fantasy—something A Lot Of People Didn’t Notice And Maybe Still Don’t. He Brought The Story Down To A Human Level, Dispensing With The Cliché Archetypes Of Princes, Kings, And Evil Sorcerers. Reading His Stuff Was Like Reading Vietnam War Fiction On Peyote.

Believe It Or Not, Friendships Are Difficult To Write In Fiction. They Can Easily Come Across As Forced, Particularly If They Involve Too Much Explication And Too Many Overt Gestures Of Affection.

Betrayal Was The Greatest Of All Crimes, For It Took All That Was Human Within A Person And Made It A Thing Of Pain. In The Face Of That, Murder Itself Was Surcease: It Was Quick, And It Ended The Anguish And Despair Of A Life Without Hope.