When one person makes an accusation, check to be sure he himself is not the guilty one. Sometimes it is those whose case is weak who make the most clamour.

Bink knew the dolphin only from old pictures; it was a kind of magic fish that breathed air instead of water.

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

No novel is a clone of any preceding one, though with a background cast of characters and things that has grown to thousands, there are many familiar aspects.

Obviously it could be, because it was.

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.