It Is Always Difficult, Even

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

We Worship…the Powers That Speak To Our Souls, If It Seems They Do. We Do So Knowing There Is More To The World, And The Half-world, And Perhaps Worlds Beyond, Than We Can Grasp. We Always Knew That. We Can’t Even Stop Children From Dying, How Would We Presume To Understand The Truth Of Things? Behind Things? Does The Presence Of One Power Deny Another? [p. 176]

Writing Is Never, Ever Easy But I Wake Up Every Morning Grateful For The Gift Of Being Able To Do This.

I Have Always Argued, In A Good Novel, Interesting Things Happen To Interesting People.

Ice Is For Death And Endings.