At present I answer about 100 letters a month, and read 300 emails.

It would be easier to write a novel without reader input, but I feel the fiction is richer for it.

At this slower pace the journey took a couple of days, and I fought off a few minor threats along the way --griffins, carnivorous plants, giant serpents, hostile centaurs, that sort of thing, purely routine --and I was beginning to get bored when at last the dusky towers of Castle Roogna hove into view.

Obviously it could be, because it was.

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.

A horse is wonderful by definition.

Is it foolish to care for non-existent folk?Then, leave me to my foolishness.