The Foundling and Other Tales of Prydain

by Lloyd Alexander

For the odd thing about wisdom is the more you use it the more it grows; and the more you share, the more you gain.

when the dark waters flooded Prydain, I built a ship and carried your forefathers here to safety.

It's fascinating how many myths and religions feature a global flood in one way or another.

saw the stain had not only darkened but spread until it covered still more of the scabbard.

Like the painting of Dorian Grey.

“You fail, Death-Lord! You destroy the instrument, but not its music. With all your power you have gained only a broken shell.” In that moment, when the harp had been silenced, arose the songs of birds, the chiming of brooks, the humming of wind through grass and leaves; and all these voices took up the strands of melody, more beautiful than before. And the Lord of Death fled in terror of life.

“Look at the root of things, and see that what truly counts is not a strong arm but a kind heart; not a fist that smites but a hand that helps.”

But I hope, in any case, calendar years will be no hindrance to enjoyment, and that the reader will find some of the pleasure these tales have given the writer.

The best stories often have a timeless quality to them.