...only In The Surrender Of The Light

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.

It's Only A Story, Isn't It?"... "who's To Say What's Only A Story And What's Truth Disguised As A Story?

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.

Vella Looked Around. "this Is Really A Revolting Place, Yarblek," She Told Him. "you've Been Spending Too Much Time With Porenn," He Said. "you're Starting To Get Delicate." "how Would You Like To Have Me Gut You?" She Offered. "that's My Girl.

Any Time There's Something So Ridiculously Dangerous That No Rational Human Being Would Try It, They Send For Me.' --garion