His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.

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.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own. If this has taught me anything, it is that there are some occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far beyond their own apparent magnitude. It is like the throwing of a tiny pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface.