Dear Everyone, Hi there, thanks for being there and reading this. I'm so lonely and you make it all better. I wanted to make a few comments about The Eyes of the Dragon. To my astonishment, I swallowed it whole in one sitting. It was like Patricia McKillip, The Forgotton Beasts of Eld. Each note struck true and held me as a happy harp harmonizing. It was like icecreamcottoncandy and looking back (spoiler!!!!) all I know is that someone wove his napkin threads on a dollhouse loom and escaped a Rapunzel tower. Magnificent. I always intended to reread it, but each time I check my clock it says not yet. That's how I grew up, checking my clock for which book it was time to reread. I was alone a lot, and Mom took me to the library each week, and as the years passed we payed more and more fines, but still the enjoyment went on. I thought "Stephen did this? Stephen did this?" And then I went and read "The Long Walk" and I thought sadly "maybe he gets moods"-- sorry wrong thread. But there seemed to be absolutely nothing wrong at all with the Eyes of the Dragon-- nothing wrong with it anywhere! What a nice shock. *Love*