Evil Lives In A Pit.

Life Is Sad Enough, Magir. Laughter Is A Thing To Be Treasured.

Makes No Sense To Me,' Said Huntsekker. 'you Don't Know Who Is At Your Door, But You Know The Thoughts Of A Man Twenty Miles Away.' 'life Is A Mystery,' Said Powdermill, With A Gold-toothed Grin. 'it Is That, Right Enough,' Agreed Huntsekker.

There Is A Darkness In You. In All Of Us, Probably. Beasts We Keep Chained. Ordinary Men Have To Keep The Chains Strong, For If We Let The Beast Loose Then Society Will Turn Upon Us With Fiery Vengeance. Kings Though...well, Who Is There To Turn Upon Them? So The Chains Are Made Of Straw. It Is The Curse Of Kings, Helikaon, That They Can Become Monsters. And They Invariably Do.

Many Fantasy Novels - 'lord Of The Rings', For Instance, Or 'lavondyss' By Robert Holdstock - Are Beautifully Written. Geoff Ryman's 'the Child Garden' Is Exquisite And Utterly Beguiling. Mervyn Peake's 'gormenghast' Trilogy Is An Astonishing Piece Of Multi-faceted Storytelling. So Quality Of Writing Does Not Condemn The Genre.

This World Has Few Redeeming Features, And One Is The Capacity For People To Love One Another With Great, Enduring Passion.