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As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

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As Faulkner Says, All Of Us Have The Capacity In Us For Great Good And For Great Evil, For Love But Also For Hate. I Wanted To Write Those Kinds Of Complex Character In A Fantasy, And Not Just Have All The Good People Get Together To Fight The Bad Guy.

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Black And White

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Writing Is Like Sausage Making In My View; You'll All Be Happier In The End If You Just Eat The Final Product Without Knowing What's Gone Into It.

A True Man Does What He Will, Not What He Must.

Light Our Fire And Protect Us From The Dark, Blah Blah, Light Our Way And Keep Us Toasty Warm, The Night Is Dark And Full Of Terrors, Save Us From The Scary Things, And Blah Blah Blah Some More.

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