We Hold Each Other's Lives In Our

Stale Water Is A Poor Drink. Stale Skill Is Worse. And The Man Who Walks In His Own Footsteps Only Ends Where He Began.

Fantasy, In Addition To Being Great Storytelling, Moves Us At Some Unique And Profound Level. It Has, I Think, The Power Of Mythology, Or Ancient Dreams We Have Always And Forever Shared. In It, We Find Our Real World And Our Real Selves.

...alas, Raising A Young Lady Is A Mystery Even Beyond An Enchanter's Skill.

-"he Loved Her...it Was Noble Of Him. It Was Beautiful." -"it Was Stupid.

Ever Since Human Beings Learned To Talk To Each Other, We've Been Fascinated With Storytelling Of Every Kind. Blessed (or Cursed) With Insatiable Curiosity, We Have To Know What Happens Next.