...Ah ocean it has been so long. Every footstep is memory, like walking on broken bones. Like that old tale, the girl who wanted to become the best dancer in the world. Yes, said the sorceress, but each time you set your foot on earth will be like knives slashing. If you can stand the pain, you will be granted your desire.
-from The Mistress of Spices, by C.B. Divakaruni
True tales have no beginning or end. They do not exist only when men say 'Exist!' but instead are always there...reverberating through time in a dance, a weaving if you will. Only humans try to contain it with beginnings and ends. To put boundaries on everything simply because our own lives are bounded by birth and death. And thus we seek to lessen the power of that which is immortal. True tales have a power of their own though.
--from The Rain Queen