Tales of the Dark Crystal

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Summary: About Tales of the Dark Crystal by the author
Review: I awakened in my chair one rainy evening to see a tall golden haired creature of another species standing by my window. I stood up as she turned and smiled. 'What manner of being are you?' I asked. 'I am moirai,' she replied in a deep husky voice. 'I dwell inside another dimension parallel to thee.'

I looked up, startled. The ancient Greeks gave the name Moira to the three Fates. And they had much power.

'Aye,' my visitor replied, 'my species is quite similar to the word thee are thinking. But our story is quite different.'

I sat back down, she had read my mind -- I had said nothing. Clearing my throat, I replied courteously, 'I should like to hear your story, then, if you choose to tell it.' My visitor sat on the floor in front of me and replied with a most disarming smile, 'Excellent! Breathe deeply, relax thy mind and listen...'

But instead of hearing words, my mind was filled with pictures -- not a slide show, you must understand, but 360 degrees of total immersion. And when my guest, for by then I thought of her as a guest, had finished I wrote down everything I had seen.

And that is how this book was written ... Tales of the Dark Crystal is an adventure whose aim is to enchant and provoke the reader. A smattering of philosophy will be encountered within these pages in an effort to nourish the spirit. It is not a story for children, the species within these pages do have libidos after all.

But on rainy evenings, I sit in my chair and smile, remembering the golden haired moirai and the strange tale she told me about an old woman and a Shadow ... come here, sit in this chair ... join me.

*Dianne Gillard*

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Summary: About Tales of the Dark Crystal by the author
Review: I awakened in my chair one rainy evening to see a tall golden haired creature of another species standing by my window. I stood up as she turned and smiled. 'What manner of being are you?' I asked. 'I am moirai,' she replied in a deep husky voice. 'I dwell inside another dimension parallel to thee.'

I looked up, startled. The ancient Greeks gave the name Moira to the three Fates. And they had much power.

'Aye,' my visitor replied, 'my species is quite similar to the word thee are thinking. But our story is quite different.'

I sat back down, she had read my mind -- I had said nothing. Clearing my throat, I replied courteously, 'I should like to hear your story, then, if you choose to tell it.' My visitor sat on the floor in front of me and replied with a most disarming smile, 'Excellent! Breathe deeply, relax thy mind and listen...'

But instead of hearing words, my mind was filled with pictures -- not a slide show, you must understand, but 360 degrees of total immersion. And when my guest, for by then I thought of her as a guest, had finished I wrote down everything I had seen.

And that is how this book was written ... Tales of the Dark Crystal is an adventure whose aim is to enchant and provoke the reader. A smattering of philosophy will be encountered within these pages in an effort to nourish the spirit. It is not a story for children, the species within these pages do have libidos after all.

But on rainy evenings, I sit in my chair and smile, remembering the golden haired moirai and the strange tale she told me about an old woman and a Shadow ... come here, sit in this chair ... join me.

*Dianne Gillard*