One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.

After A While, You Start To Realize That You Should Write A Book You Would Want To Read. I Try To Write A Book I Would Enjoy.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

Some Writers Later, Describing The Events Of That Night And Day, Wrote That Wan'yen Of The Altai Had Seen A Spirit-dragon Of The River And Become Afraid. Writers Do That Sort Of Thing. They Like Dragons In Their Tales.

Ice Is For Death And Endings.