There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

A sailor may choose the wind to ride out of seaport, but the wind has a mind of it's own.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothing… How odd, I thought; it had taken my mother’s death, Father Quinel’s murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.

I want my readers to feel, to think, sometimes to laugh. But most of all I want them to enjoy a good read.

For heaven's sake, don't write writing. Write reading!

It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.