The Sword of Shannara Trilogy

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I was about fourteen when I discovered Sir Walter Scott, Arthur Conan Doyle. Robert Louis Stevenson. Alexander Dumas, and all the other eighteenth- and nineteenth-century European adventure-story writers. I was immediately hooked. What marvelous adventures! Ivanhoe, Quentin Durward, The White Company, Sir Nigel, The Black Arrow, Treasure Island, The Count of Monte Christo, The Three Musketeers, and on and on. Each new tale seemed more exciting than the one before. Now here, I believed, were stories worth reading. Enough, already, of great white whales and repressed women wearing scarlet letters. Here were the kind of stones I wanted to write. And I tried, of course, but somehow they didn't work for me as they had for Dumas or Stevenson. I didn't seem to know enough. I wasn't comfortable with the time or the language or the feel of things. So I floundered about in fits and starts and eventually went away to college Without ever completing am thing.

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