Kids Are More Drawn To Animal Characters

Each Of Us Is Born To Follow A Star, Be It Bright And Shining Or Dark And Fated. Sometimes The Path Of These Stars Will Cross, Bringing Love Or Hatred. However, If You Look Up At The Skies On A Clear Night, Out Of All The Countless Lights That Twinkle And Shine, There Will Come One. That Star Will Be Seen In A Blaze, Burning A Path Of Light Across The Roof Of The Earth, A Great Comet.

I Fell, You See. Trod On My Abbot, Father Habit. Oh, Dear! I Mean.

I Wanted To Write Something Visual That I Could Read To The Children. This Was When I Created The Idea Of Redwall Abbey In My Imagination. As I Wrote, The Idea Grew, And The Manuscript Along With It.

You Love Young Ones And Babes, I Know This. The Young Will Always Befriend And Admire You...all The Young Ones Of The Earth Belong To You In Friendship. Be Good To Them. —breeze, To Sunflash The Mace

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!