She Fell Asleep, Leaning On His Chest,

I've Always Been Fascinated By The Grassroots Folktale Level Of A Culture, And As A Storyteller, I Have To Follow What Seems To Be Leading Me On.

I Don't Differentiate In The Way That The Genre Creators Want Differentiation To Be Made. I Feel That I Have Never Written Children's Or Ya Stories Particularly.

He Looked At Her Rather As A Man Looks At A Problem That He Would Very Much Prefer To Do Without. She Supposed It Was A Distinction Of A Sort To Be A Harassment To A King.

What I Write, If You Have To Label It, Is Crossover, And I Think That Much Of The Stuff That Is Called Children's Or Ya Is In Fact Crossover And Is Equally Valid For Anyone Who Likes To Read Fantasy.

One Day" She Told Them, "when You Have Retired, You Will Go To Live With A Family Who Will Love You For Your Beauty And Nothing More, And If You're Very Lucky There Will Be Children, And The Children Will Pet You And Pet You And Pet You. Ossin Has A List, I Think, Of Such Children; He Sends His Hunting-staff Out During The Months They Are Not Needed For That Work, To Look For Them, And Add Names To The List." The Fleethounds Stared Back At Her With Their Enormous Dark Liquid Eyes, And Believed Every Word.