Treasures are not won by care and forethought but by swift slaying and reckless attack.

And you, Prince Elric? She attracted the albino's wandering attention. Do you know his story? Elric shook his head. I only know, he said, that he is a shape-changer and, that most cursed of souls, a person of rare goodness and sanity. Imagine such torment as is his!

Treasures are not won by care and forethought but by swift slaying and reckless attack.

The subtlest lie of all is the full truth.

I think of myself as a bad writer with big ideas, but I'd rather be that than a big writer with bad ideas.

Arthuriana has become a genre in itself, more like TV soap opera where people think they know the characters. All that's fair enough, but it does remove the mythic power of the feminine and masculine principles. So I prefer it in its original form, even if you have to wade through Mallory's 'Le Morte d'Arthur' - people smashing people for pages and pages! It still has the resonances of myth about it, which makes it work for me. I don't want to know if Mordred led an unhappy childhood or not.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.