If I Fret Over Tomorrow, I'll Have

I Know That Some Readers Think (the High King) Should Have Ended Differently. I Cried For Three Days Afterwards.

Even In A Fantasy Realm, Growing Up Is Accomplished Not Without Cost.

For Man To Be Worthy Of Any Rank, He Must Strive First To Be A Man.

Morgant?" Taran Asked, Turning A Puzzled Glance To Gwydion. "how Can There Be Honor For Such A Man?" "it Is Easy To Judge Evil Unmixed," Replied Gwydion. "but, Alas, In Most Of Us Good And Bad Are Closely Woven As The Threads On A Loom; Greater Wisdom Than Mine Is Needed For The Judging.

Llonio Said Life Was A Net For Luck; To Hevydd The Smith Life Was A Forge; And To Dwyvach The Weaver-woman A Loom. They Spoke Truly, For It Is All Of These. But You,' Taran Said, His Eyes Meeting The Potter's, 'you Have Shown Me Life Is One Thing More. It Is Clay To Be Shaped, As Raw Clay On A Potter's Wheel.