If you look at any ancient civilization, they've all used fantasy stories to train the young.

What is your name?"
Why?"
So I can mark your grave...

If there is one sound the follows the march of humanity, it is the scream.

Secundus might lie rotting in his grave, but his relatives and followers yet lived. They believed the lies that held Gwenwhyfar responsible for the death of their relative. For the sake of his own family’s safety, Marcus had not sought to correct that error.

This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.

You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable," she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters."

“Beautiful and full of monsters?"

“All the best stories are.