No One Will Ever Write A Fantasy

I Loved To Read And To Write, But Then Something Happened. As I Made My Way Through School, I Kept Getting Handed Books To Read That Didn't Excite Me And Didn't Even Remotely Connect To The Realities Of My Life.

As I Became A Creature Of The Empty Tunnels, Survival Became Easier And More Difficult All At Once. I Gained In The Physical Skills And Experience Necessary To Live On. I Could Defeat Almost Anything That Wandered Into My Chosen Domain. It Did Not Take Me Long, However, To Discover One Nemesis That I Could Neither Defeat Nor Flee. It Followed Me Wherever I Went - Indeed, The Farther I Ran, The More It Closed In Around Me. My Enemy Was Solitude, The Interminable, Incessant Silence Of Hushed Corridors.

The Gods Of The Realms Are Many And Varied -- Or They Are The Many And Varied Names And Identities Tagged Onto The Same Being. I Know Not -- And Care Not -- Which.

I'm Trying To Make All The Characters Change And Grow, Or Regress.

A King Is A Man Strong Of Character And Conviction Who Leads By Example And Truly Cares For The Suffering Of His People,not A Brute Who Rules Simply Because He Is The Strongest.