fantasy-fiction

I'm about to start reading it again, because what good is a story you only want to read once?

It's all just a bit of fun ...

But why?" Vimbai whispered, overwhelmed with the weight of accumulated disbelief. "What is happening to us?""Who knows?" Maya shrugged. "Who cares? Enjoy it while you can, why don't you? There will be tons of boring shit in your life, okay? I promise.

Christmas is a fun theme for a courtroom tale, because like that "Miracle on 34th Street", strange things have been known to happen when Christmas and the law come face to face.

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

It's a never ending dream for everyone it seems, to find again what was once precious and has been lost.

Seductive pull of the forest, an open canvas for trouble.

All of us, together, are the unlovable, the unreformable. We, the people, who are deemed incapable of existing alongside society. But, we did just that in the forming of this guild. We have done more than simply build a place to sleep and eat and plan elaborate heists. We have found a place that we, at long last, belong. All of you remember how important that feeling was the first time you truly experienced it here_ This guild is more than just an organization and a council and various members. To me, from the beginning, this guild has been a family. It is a place for people like us, the ones who had no place of their own. We made it ourselves, carved out a space in the world that we could call home.

Trying to shatter peace, even if it__ not one you agree with, is the work of the mad and the wicked.

The idea of love horrified me, and I knew I couldn't have it, so I didn't want it.

("we appreciated the intricately thought-out, detailed universe you've created for your story." ~Arthur A. Levine Books (publishers of The Harry Potter series.)) about my book!

Books are more honest than the world. If you want to understand people, listen to what they make up.

IN MY DEFENSE, I didn__ mean to start the Apocalypse. It wasn__ just my personal aversion to oblivion; I had a clear financial motive: The end of the world is bad for business.

As it so happens, Mr. Jest, I__e sometimes come to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast_

A lot of things have changed and will change, I can only wish you the best as it happens.Malice

Evil people can still keep promises. Many have done just that, girl, though they are usually not promises you __ational_ people wish them to keep.

We came upon a massacre at the Shrine of Prometheus. The humans were ripped to shreds. There was no one ieft alive to say what happened, said Eros.

It was hard to describe what she had sensed, but it had been distinct and clear, like the shape of a leafless tree against the sky, or a crow flying across a ploughed field. She hesitated to close her eyes again, for it had risen up close to her face like something appalling.