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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.

Isn't It Odd How The Little Things Can Change A Man's Entire Life?

Listen To The Way People Talk. If Your Characters Sound Real The Rest Is Easy.

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.

I'm A Storyteller, Not A Prophet. I'm Just Interested In A Good Story.