Isn't It Easier To Forgive Than To

Belgarath And Garion Effortlessly Hurdled Over The Driftwood And Loped Off Into The Fog. "it's Going To Be A Wet Day," Garion Noted Soundlessly As He Ran Alongside The Great Silver Wolf. "your Fur Won't Melt." "i Know, But My Paws Get Cold When They're Wet." "i'll Have Durnik Make You Some Little Booties." "that Would Be Absolutely Ridiculous, Grandfather," Garion Said Indignantly.

...only In The Surrender Of The Light Could The Darkness Prevail.

What Happened To Your Foot?" "i Had A Little Disagreement With An Eagle --stupid Birds, Eagles. He Couldn't Tell The Difference Between A Hawk And A Pigeon. I Had To Educate Him. He Bit Me While I Was Tearing Out A Sizable Number Of His Wing Feathers." "uncle," Polgara Said Reproachfully. "he Started It.

Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What Is Not Possible.

But There's A World Beyond What We Can See And Touch, And That World Lives By Its Own Laws. What May Be Impossible In This Very Ordinary World Is Very Possible There, And Sometimes The Boundaries Between The Two Worlds Disappear, And Then Who Can Say What Is Possible And Impossible?