Where do we record the passing of wildlife? Who mourns the silent deaths of the small?

We considered behaving, but it's against our nature.

Hope burns eternal in the human heart.

Tread softly for you tread on my dreams. -Honor,from the Summer King.

Life is a journey through a foreign land.

All my books reflect travel adventures of some kind, and all have a soul: a spiritual or mystical underpinning.

For every pleasure, there must be a sacrifice.