Nothing will train you to write better as a writer, than working on your next book.

Galladon paused for a moment, then laughed. "Does nothing frighten you, sule?" "Actually, pretty much everything here does—I'm just good at ignoring the fact that I'm terrified. If I ever realize how scared I am, you'll probably find me trying to hide under those cobblestones over there.

Authors also create lovable, friendly characters, then proceed to do terrible things to them, like throw them in unsightly librarian-controlled dungeons. This makes readers feel hurt and worried for the characters. The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.

Wherever it may be, whoever may hold it. That's who I am.

At times, it seems to me that to be human is to want that which we cannot have. For some, this is power. For me, it is peace.

Raoden looked up at his friend. "We're not dead, Galladon, and we're not damned. We're just unfinished.

Llarimar had told him to do his best. That sounded like an awful lot of work. Unfortunately, doing nothing was beginning to seem like even MORE work.