Now's The Time To Be Alive -

I Didn't Particularly Feel Like Being Arrested, So I Argued With The Soldiers A Bit. Several Of Them Died During The Argument - Those Things Happen Once In A While. Unfortunately, One Of The Casualties Was Taur Urgas' Oldest Son. The King Of The Murgos Took It Personally. He's Very Narrow-minded Sometimes. - Silk

Contemporary Fantasists All Bow Politely To Lord Tennyson And Papa Tolkien, Then Step Around Them To Go Back To The Original Texts For Inspiration--and There Are A Lot Of Those Texts. We Have King Arthur And His Gang In English; We've Got Siegfried And Brunhild In German; Charlemagne And Roland In French; El Cid In Spanish; Sigurd The Volsung In Icelandic; And Assorted 'myghtiest Knights On Lyfe' In A Half-dozen Other Cultures. Without Shame, We Pillage Medieval Romance For All We're Worth.

Now Do You See Why War Irritates Me? It's Always The Same. A Lot Of People Get Killed, But In The End, The Whole Thing Is Settled At The Conference Table. The Notion Of Having The Conference First Doesn't Seem To Occur To People.

The Whole World Is Beautiful, Belgarion' Eriond Assured Him In Response To That Unspoken Thought. 'you Just Have To Know How To Look At It

Behold The Drojim Palace," King Urgit Said Extravagantly To Sadi, "the Hereditary Home Of The House Of Urga." "a Most Unusual Structure, You Majesty," Sadi Murmured. "that's A Diplomatic Way To Put It." Urgit Looked Critically At His Palace. "it's Gaudy, Ugly, And In Terribly Bad Taste. It Does, However, Suit My Personality Almost Perfectly.