It was a story called ‘The Hero’ which I sold to Galaxy magazine in 1970, for $94.

Fiction is lies; we're writing about people who never existed and events that never happened when we write fiction, whether its science fiction or fantasy or western mystery stories or so-called literary stories. All those things are essentially untrue. But it has to have a truth at the core of it.

Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart.

Prince Rhaegar loved his Lady Lyanna, and thousands died for it.

The sun will soon be setting, and corpses make poor company by night. These were dark and dangerous men, alive. I doubt that death will have improved them.

Generally speaking, I'm much more in favour of penises entering vaginas than axes entering skulls. But the world seems to accept the violence a lot easier than the sex.

Has my tale turned you speechless? Come, curse me or kiss me or call me a liar. Something.