We Don't Build,' I Said

The Bards Sing Of Love, They Celebrate Slaughter, They Extol Kings And Flatter Queens, But Were I A Poet I Would Write In Praise Of Friendship.

So Far It's 43 Books In 25 Years.

Wyrd Bith Ful Araed (fate Is Inexorable).

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.

Research Is A Lifelong Occupation So It's Hard To Factor It In, But I Reckon Most Books Take 5 Months From Start To Finish.