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You Are Very Clever," Said The Old Man Shyly. "i Would Like To Eat Your Brains, One Day.

Putting Up A Statue To Someone Who Tried To Stop A War Is Not Very, Um, Statuesque. Of Course, If You Had Butchered Five Hundred Of Your Own Men Out Of Arrogant Carelessness, We'd Be Melting The Bronze Already.

You Have So Many Sources To Draw On When You're A Fantasy Writer.

It Doesn't Matter If Dragons Are Flying Overhead Or Whatever - A Lot Of Victoriana Is Still Cut In The Frame Of Fantasy.

Only In Our Dreams Are We Free. The Rest Of The Time We Need Wages.