You're nothing if you're not special.

What happened?" he demanded. "I heard an explosion!" "Yeah.That was me. I set the boat alight." "What?" "I set fire to the boat." "But we're on the boat!" "I know.

We have an hour before we have to leave," Cray said. "So I thought I might tell you a little about myself. I thought it might pass the time." "I'm not really all that interested," Alex said.

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

I love the idea that magic and witchcraft and battles between supernatural creatures could be raging all around us but just out of our sight.

My favorite part of writing a book is thinking up the ideas, and that can start a long time before I actually sit down at my desk.

Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.