We All Suffer From Dreams

I Sometimes Wonder What Would Have Happened If The First Book Had Not Sold... Doesn't Bear Thinking About, But I Suppose We'd Have Made It Work Somehow.

There Are Seasons Of Our Lives When Nothing Seems To Be Happening, When No Smoke Betrays A Burned Town Or Homestead And Few Tears Are Shed For The Newly Dead. I Have Learned Not To Trust Those Times, Because If The World Is At Peace Then It Means Someone Is Planning War.

Pride Makes A Man, It Drives Him, It Is The Shield Wall Around His Reputation... Men Die, They Said, But Reputation Does Not Die.

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.

We All Suffer From Dreams