Ragnor and Catarina both begged him to give the instrument up. Random strangers on the street begged him to give the instrument up. Even cats ran away from him.

My ideas often come from strong mental images. When I'm observing some relatively ordinary thing, I'll think, "What if...." and out of that brainstorming a story emerges.

Very well," Magnus said. "Let us pause for a moment and consider—Oh, you have already run off Splendid.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

She had never imagined she had the power to make someone else so happy. And not a magical power, either--a purely human one.

I feel myself diminished, parts of me spiralling away into the darkness, that which is good and honest and true - If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?