Dor woke again as dawn came. The sun had somehow gotten around to the east, where the land was, and dried off so that it could shine again.

When you steal from the library, you are preventing anyone else from reading that book, and the very notion makes me want to drop you in the Void.

At the time I wrote Xone I had never been on the Internet.

But one must go where one's road leads, even when it's a distressing road.

A horse is wonderful by definition.

Be what you are; it is better that way. --Dolph

When I started writing this, I found that I simply couldn't take fantasy seriously, so it became humorous, and continued from there.