Obviously It Could Be, Because It Was.

I Don't Want Ever To Be Guilty Of What My Critics Claim: Doing Formula Without Original Elements.

Adults Had The Notion That Juveniles Needed To Suffer. Only When They Had Suffered Enough To Wipe Out Most Of Their Naturally Joyous Spirits And Innocence Were They Staid Enough To Be Considered Mature. An Adult Was Essentially A Broken-down Child.

No Novel Is A Clone Of Any Preceding One, Though With A Background Cast Of Characters And Things That Has Grown To Thousands, There Are Many Familiar Aspects.

Sf Is The Literature Of The Theoretically Possible, And F Is The Literature Of The Impossible.

At This Slower Pace The Journey Took A Couple Of Days, And I Fought Off A Few Minor Threats Along The Way --griffins, Carnivorous Plants, Giant Serpents, Hostile Centaurs, That Sort Of Thing, Purely Routine --and I Was Beginning To Get Bored When At Last The Dusky Towers Of Castle Roogna Hove Into View.