Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there.  Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die.  Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die. One woman sees a riselka: her path comes clear to her.  Two women see a riselka: one of them shall bear a child.  Three women see a riselka: one is blessed, one is clear, one shall bear a child.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.