There came the steady sound of the giant’s strides as he waded on. Somehow he seemed a doomed figure to Corum - a creature destined to drag its nets for ever through the oceans of the world, never finding the thing he sought.
‘They say he fishes for his soul,’ murmured Rhalina.
I am anything you please, Prince Corum. What does “true” mean in this context? I can be anything I choose – or anything you choose, if you prefer. Consider me evil and I will don the appearance of evil. Consider me good – and I will take on a form that fits the part. I care not. My only wish is to exist in peace, you see. To while away my time. And if you wish to play a drama, some game of your own devising, I will play it until it begins to bore me.
A while later, I wandered on the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.
It was a time of gods, manifesting themselves upon our world in all her aspects; a time of giants who walked on water; of mindless sprites and misshapen creatures who could be summoned by an ill-considered thought but driven away only on pain of some fearful sacrifice; of magics, phantasms, unstable nature, impossible events , insane paradoxes, dreams come true, dreams gone awry, of nightmares assuming reality.