Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

Show Me A God That Does Not Demand Mortal Suffering. Show Me A God That Celebrates Diversity, A Celebration That Embraces Even Non-believers, And Is Not Threatened By Them. Show Me A God That Understands The Meaning Of Peace. In Life, Not In Death.

The Idea That An Author Can Extricate Her Or His Own Ongoing Life Experience From The Tale Being Written Is A Conceit Of Very Little Worth.

Curious,” Bauchelain Said. “what Is It You Wish Us To Do For You?” “usurp The King,” Imid Factalo Said. “usurp, As In Depose.” “right.” “depose, As In Remove.” “yes.” “remove, As In Kill.

What Matter The Colour Of The Collar Around A Man's Neck, If The Chains Linked To Them Were Identical?

Morality Was Not Relative, They Claimed, Nor Even Existing Solely In The Realm Of Human Condition. No, They Proclaimed Morality Was An Imperative Of All Life, A Natural Law That Was Neither The Brutal Acts Of Beasts Nor The Lofty Ambitions Of Humanity, But Something Other, Something Unassailable