The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate

Life Is A Jest Of The Gods And There Is No Justice. You Must Learn To Laugh… Or Else You'll Weep Yourself To Death.

Because There Could Not Be Peace, Not While Two Tribes Shared One Land. One Tribe Must Win. Even The Nailed God Cannot Change That Truth. And I Was A Warrior, And In A World At War The Warrior Must Be Cruel.

Of Course Some Days Are Easier Than Others, But My Worst Day Is Better Than Being In Most Humdrum Occupations.

So Far It's 43 Books In 25 Years.

I'm Fortunate That The Books Sell, But Even More Fortunate To Live In Chatham, To Be Very Happily Married And To Have, On The Whole, A Fairly Clear Conscience.