by Shirl Sazynski
He said that autumn always hurt Him, and I wondered, how can a God feel pain?
The doors all lead in one direction. The obvious ones— the barrows and high-piled stones, broken temple pillars, the deep valley curves between the hills, the mouths of caves and pools— as well as the hidden ones— a foreign primrose blossom spangled with morning dew, the golden light of September setting over a ripe barley field.
What do you think is the most important part of a fantasy story?
Truth. Truth nestles into the mind and haunts you long after details are forgotten-- the lights dimmed, the costumes hung neatly, the makeup washed off, the actors and audience heading back on a late-night train-- to re-emerge into consciousness in subtle and startling ways. It gives voice to the fragile, thorny, voiceless things which can be so difficult in ordinary circumstances to express. Once spoken, it has the power to change our lives, shaping thought and action.