Not All Men Were Meant To Dance

I Knew A Man Once Who Told Me That I Smiled At The Wrong Things." "do You? "only By The Light Of Those Who Smile At Nothing.

The Red God Takes What Is His, Lovely Girl. And Only Death May Pay For Life. You Saved Me And The Two I Was With. You Stole Three Deaths From The Red God. We Have To Give Them Back. Speak Three Names And The Man Will Do The Rest. Three Lives I Will Give You - No More, No Less, And We're Done.

There’s Part Of Me That Loves Words. But Sometimes It Feels Like You’re Trying To Drive Nails With Your Shoe.

The Cable Makers Are The Ones Who Are Willing To Take Risks And Do Something Original And Push The Envelope Some.

From Where I Sit, Battles Are Hard. I’ve Written My Share. Sometimes I Employ The Private’s Viewpoint, Very Up Close And Personal, Dropping The Reader Right Into The Middle Of The Carnage. That’s Vivid And Visceral, But Of Necessity Chaotic, And It Is Easy To Lose All Sense Of The Battle As A Whole. Sometimes I Go With The General’s Point Of View Instead, Looking Down From On High, Seeing Lines And Flanks And Reserves. That Gives A Great Sense Of The Tactics, Of How The Battle Is Won Or Lost, But Can Easily Slide Into Abstraction.