So Far It's 43 Books

Then You Start Another Book And Suddenly The Galley Proofs Of The Last One Come In And You Have To Wrench Your Attention Away From What You're Writing And Try To Remember What You Were Thinking When You Wrote The Previous One.

Only A Fool Wants War, But Once A War Starts Then It Cannot Be Fought Half-heartedly. It Cannot Even Be Fought With Regret, But Must Be Waged With A Savage Joy In Defeating The Enemy, And It Is That Savage Joy That Inspires Our Bards To Write Their Greatest Songs About Love And War.

The Existence Of Tricks Does Not Imply The Absence Of Magic.

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

Every Day Is Ordinary, Until It Isn't.