imaginary things were often the only items of real substance in people's lives.

Never throw the first punch. If you have to throw the second, try to make sure they don't get up for a third.

The Stormlight rising from his exposed skin was enough to illuminate the chasm, and it cast shadows on the walls as he ran. Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.

Everyone gets scared, Princess. Even brave men sometimes run the first time they see battle. In armies, that's why there's so much training. The ones who hold aren't the courageous ones, they're the well-trained ones. We have instincts like any other animal.

My name is Stephen Leeds, and I am perfectly sane. My hallucinations, however, are all quite mad.

Words are where most change begins.

This is going to take a while. I'm a fantasy author. We have trouble with the concept of brevity.