There Is No Greater Evil Than Killing.

There Is No Greater Evil Than Killing. I Don't Care Whether They Call It War Or Justice. Life Is Precious.

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!

Basil Stag Hare Tut-tutted Severely As He Remarked To Ambrose Spike, 'tch, Tch. Dreadful Table Manners. Just Look At Those Three Wallahs, Kicking Up A Hullaballoo Like That! Eating's A Serious Business.

In Our Imaginations We Can Go Anywhere. Travel With Me To Redwall In Mossflower Country.

Sighing Restlessly, The Boundless Sea Broke Huge Rollers Into White Cream Which Hissed Hungrily Up To The Tideline.