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Fantasy Is, At Its Best, The Purest Access To Storytelling That We Have. It Universalizes A Tale, It Evokes Wonder And Timeless Narrative Power, It Touches Upon Inner Journeys, It Illuminates Our Collective And Individual Pasts, Throws A Focus Beam On The Present Day, And Presages The Dangers And Promises Of The Future.

There Are Kinds Of Action, For Good Or Ill, That Lie So Far Outside The Boundaries Of Normal Behavior That They Force Us, In Acknowledging That They Have Occurred, To Restructure Our Own Understanding Of Reality. We Have To Make Room For Them.

Eanna Love Us, Adaon Preserve Us, Morian Guard Our Souls.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There. Two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die. Three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die.

Weariness, Sometimes More Than Anything Else, Can Bring An End To War.