I learned it from men, | the men so old,
Who dwell in the hills of home.
Harbarthsljoth, Poetic Edda
For some writers, book ideas come with a title tagging along, a happy puppy, if you will, inseparable from the story itself, accompanying it every step of the way. The story is a tennis ball filled with treats and the title just can’t help itself. In fact, titles are sometimes the first thing to come into existence.
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