The World Is Simple, I Think, In

I Could Not Imagine Living Away From Sevenwaters, Away From All That Was So Much A Part Of Me. Maybe, If You Cared Enough About Someone, You Could Do It And Not Feel Your Spirit Torn In Two. But The Forest Keeps Her Hold On All Those Who Are Born There, And They Cannot Travel Far Without The Yearning In Them To Return.

This Is A Long Goodbye, Yet Not Time Enough. I Have No Aptitude For This. I Cannot Learn This. I Would Hold On, And Hold On, Until My Hands Clutch At Emptiness.

You Know Not, Yet, The Sort Of Love That Strikes Like A Lightning Bolt; That Clutches Hold Of You By The Heart, As Irrevocably As Death; That Becomes The Lodestar By Which You Steer The Rest Of Your Life. I Would Not Wish Such A Love On Anyone, Man Or Woman, For It Can Make Your Life A Paradise, Or It Can Destroy You Utterly.

I've Loved Fairytales, Folklore And Mythology Since I Was A Small Child, And I Think It Was Inevitable That They Would Influence My Style And My Development Of Stories.

Breath Of The Winds; Dancing Flame; Peace Of The Earth; Song Of The Waves.