Llonio said life was a net for luck; to Hevydd the Smith life was a forge; and to Dwyvach the Weaver-Woman a loom. They spoke truly, for it is all of these. But you,' Taran said, his eyes meeting the potter's, 'you have shown me life is one thing more. It is clay to be shaped, as raw clay on a potter's wheel.

Keep reading. It's one of the most marvelous adventures that anyone can have.

I know that some readers think (The High King) should have ended differently. I cried for three days afterwards.

Do you not believe that animals know grief and fear and pain? The world of men is not an easy one for them.

It was 1943. The U.S. had already entered World War II, so I decided to join the army.

How easy it is to think well of ourselves. Until the moment is upon us, we can never be certain.

If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?