I Taught In A Small Teacher's College

Contemporary Fantasists All Bow Politely To Lord Tennyson And Papa Tolkien, Then Step Around Them To Go Back To The Original Texts For Inspiration--and There Are A Lot Of Those Texts. We Have King Arthur And His Gang In English; We've Got Siegfried And Brunhild In German; Charlemagne And Roland In French; El Cid In Spanish; Sigurd The Volsung In Icelandic; And Assorted 'myghtiest Knights On Lyfe' In A Half-dozen Other Cultures. Without Shame, We Pillage Medieval Romance For All We're Worth.

Belgarath Turned Back To Senji. “all Right,” He Said. “the Sardion Came To Zamad. How?” “it’s Said To Have Fallen Out Of The Sky.” “they Always Do,” Beldin Said. “someday I’d Like To See Something Rise Up Out Of The Earth –just For The Sake Of Variety.

You're A Cynic," Urgit Accused. Silk Shook His Head. "no, Your Majesty. I'm A Realist.

The Dullest Man In The World Is Charming Beyond Belief When He's Pouring Gold Coins From One Hand To The Other.

Consistency Is The Defense Of A Small Mind