I Stayed Sober For This?

Laughter Is Poison To Fear.

Winter Will Never Come For The Likes Of Us. Should We Die In Battle, They Will Surely Sing Of Us, And It’s Always Summer In The Songs. In The Songs All Knights Are Gallant, All Maids Are Beautiful, And The Sun Is Always Shining.

Most Men Would Rather Deny A Hard Truth Than Face It.

As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.