When I'm All Grown Up,

Some Writers Later, Describing The Events Of That Night And Day, Wrote That Wan'yen Of The Altai Had Seen A Spirit-dragon Of The River And Become Afraid. Writers Do That Sort Of Thing. They Like Dragons In Their Tales.

When I Was 18 Years Old, In A More Innocent Time, My First Backpacking Trip Through Europe, I Sneaked Into The Temple Of Saturn In The Roman Forum After Nightfall And Spent Several Hours In There Avoiding The Guards Patrolling.

Most Hated By The Dark, For Their Name Is Light.

You Have To Be Afraid For It To Count As Bravery.

One Man Sees A Riselka: His Life Forks There. Two Men See A Riselka: One Of Them Shall Die. Three Men See A Riselka: One Is Blessed, One Forks, One Shall Die.