When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.
Life is a journey through a foreign land.
By that which you kill are you bound.
All my books reflect travel adventures of some kind, and all have a soul: a spiritual or mystical underpinning.
Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?
If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.