As Old As Time

by Liz Braswell

While the rest of the world was fighting for control of new lands across the seas, inventing ever more deadly weapons, and generously gifting their own religion to foreign people who didn’t want it, this kingdom just splendidly was.

As soon as she opened a book, this little town disappeared into a vast map of countries both real and imagined.

“You can’t have adventures without risk. You can’t have great things if you constantly fear loss.

The victims of kidnapping often wound up sympathizing with the perpetrator. It was a sickness, a very scientifically predictable one.

“Magic always comes back on itself,”

Life is a strange mixture of all of these genres, she mused, and it doesn’t have nearly as neat and happy an ending as you often get in books.

Everyone is different. Each person has his or her own soul and is master of his or her own destiny.”

Everyone should have a journey—and everyone should also have a home, too. Go out into the world for adventure, come home for love.”