There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

He held her close enough to kiss, close enough to whisper the most important secrets in the world, and he spoke to her as he would have wanted some good angel to speak to his family, to his own shivering young soul, long ago and in a land far away.

You can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.

He loved her enough to know she was better off without him

Love and lies can corrupt even the purest heart.

I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.

You might want to put some clothes on' suggested Jace 'I'm all for the bra and panties look, but you don't want the Silent Brothers to die of excitement