A Man Does Not See

We Make Children And Wealth And Amass Land And Build Halls And Assemble Armies And Give Great Feasts, But Only One Thing Survives Us. Reputation.

Because There Could Not Be Peace, Not While Two Tribes Shared One Land. One Tribe Must Win. Even The Nailed God Cannot Change That Truth. And I Was A Warrior, And In A World At War The Warrior Must Be Cruel.

So Far It's 43 Books In 25 Years.

I'm Fortunate That The Books Sell, But Even More Fortunate To Live In Chatham, To Be Very Happily Married And To Have, On The Whole, A Fairly Clear Conscience.

Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It, Not Man.