What Is Death But A Traversing Of

One Man's Bane Is Another's Bliss.

Before The Invader Sound Was Born, The Universe Was Silent And Shall Be Again.

Know, Oh Prince, That Between The Years When The Oceans Drank Atlantis And The Gleaming Cities, And The Years Of The Rise Of The Sons Of Aryas, There Was An Age Undreamed Of, When Shining Kingdoms Lay Spread Across The World Like Blue Mantles Beneath The Stars.

One Objection I Have Heard Voiced To Works Of This Kind—dealing With Texas—is The Amount Of Gore Spilled Across The Pages. It Can Not Be Otherwise. In Order To Write A Realistic And True History Of Any Part Of The Southwest, One Must Narrate Such Things, Even At The Risk Of Monotony.

Don't You Think That As A People, Americans Have Less Poetry, Real Poetry, In Their Souls Than Any Other Nations?