Everything changed late one afternoon. Something drew him deep into the forest shadows. Light and dark fragmented the forest floor, Unmoving, as though awaiting a coming storm. His eyes found it somehow in the dark, the seedling which called to him.
I’m too old for the term, but I’ll use it anyway. I’ll be a child of the wind, till the end of my days.
Initiation, more than any other body of knowledge, has suffered throughout history from the fate of continually being forgotten and having to be rediscovered.
Llew, I understand grief. You must know that it will never leave you entirely. There will be odd moments when it will wash over you like a wave. But you must leave it.
Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.
