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.

I did not know at first that it would be a series; I discovered after the first novel that I had more to say about it, so I did another. And another, and then the readers demanded yet more.

I hope to read a Harry Potter novel soon, to see what it's all about. I admit to being annoyed that many good light fantasy writers have had trouble getting published, in England and elsewhere, when it is obvious the readers were waiting for us all along.

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

All things make sense; you just have to fathom how they make sense.

I wish my readers took less of my time - about a third of my working time goes to them - but I love and need them all.

One day you'll discover that the opinions of worthless people are worthless.