Most Of Those We Call

I Can Rest When I'm Dead.

Fantasy Is An Area Where It Is Possible To Talk About Right And Wrong, Good And Evil, With A Straight Face. In Mainstream Fiction And Even In A Good Deal Of Mystery, These Things Are Presented As Simply Two Sides Of The Same Coin. Never Really More Than A Matter Of Where You Happen To Be Standing.

The Oak Fought The Wind And Was Broken, The Willow Bent When It Must And Survived.

A Fool Puts Her Hand Into A Hollow Tree Without Finding Out What's Inside First.

Two Days' Hunger Made A Fine Sauce For Anything.