In Accepting The Gift You Honor The

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.

I May Not Yet Be As Old As Dirt, But Dirt And I Are Starting To Have An Awful Lot In Common.

Joy Is In The Ears That Hear.

Steven Erikson Is An Extraordinary Writer. I Read Gardens Of The Moon With Great Pleasure. And Now That I Have Read It, I Would Be Hard Pressed To Decide What I Enjoyed More: The Richly And Ominously Magical World Of Malaz And Genabackis; The Large Cast Of Sympathetically-rendered Characters; Or The Way The Story Accumulates To A Climax That Hits Like Machinegun Fire. My Advice To Anyone Who Might Listen To Me Is, Treat Yourself To Gardens Of The Moon. And My Entirely Selfish Advice To Steven Erikson Is, Write Faster.

One Word More, A Final Caution: Do Not Forget Whom To Fear At The Last. I Have Had To Be Content With Killing And Torment; But Now My Plans Are Laid, And I Have Begun. I Shall Not Rest Until I Have Eradicated Hope From The Earth. Think On That, And Be Dismayed!