Once upon a time – a time long past to the memories of modern man – there was a fabled land, and in that land a fabled creature, and in that creature a fabled magic. The magic, the creature, and the land were like no others of their ilk, either those before or those that have been since. Spells woven by those fabled masters of the past danced brightly across the heavens, echoed harmoniously between the mountains, and tugged within at strings woven with greater skill than any others.
As lights danced, and mountains rang, and hearts were lifted graciously, the magic leapt from the page, resounded in the mind, and hearts were lifted graciously. For the reader was more than the vessel of the spell, but the spellcaster as well. And this, rather than leaving the magicians and sorcerers in jealous disgust at the usurpation of their works, only raised their powers to greater levels and filled them with the same joy, the same depth of emotion as the ones they cast their spells upon. ( Collapse )
Copyright (c)1995 Everett A Warren