Facing Them (men) With Knives And Spears

I Can't Understand Her" Well Son, You Might As Well Try To Understand The Sun". Derived Form The Book:fires Of Heaven By Robert Jordan.

I Can Rest When I'm Dead.

Trust Is As Slippery As A Basket Of Eels Sometimes.

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.

But It Was An Ending.