One of the most formative books I remember as a child, and also one of my earliest introductions to the fantasy genre, was The Kingdom Tales trilogy by David and Karen Mains. Intended as a Christian allegory with parables and morals, the books weave a theologically rich collection of tales spanning from an Old Testament-style beginning to a Church Age end. While multiple articles could be written about the many stories and takeaways from this trilogy, I want to draw attention to one scene—or quotation—in particular that has always stuck with me ever since childhood. The main character in these books is a boy introduced to the reader as Scarboy. While not the name he was born with, that is the name given as he lives in the city of the Enchanter, who forces his subjects to live in the night and sleep in the day, as well as have horrible lives in Enchanted City. Scarboy escapes after his mother’s death to the forest his mother always spoke about. There, he finds the King’s realm cal...