Anything for gold and experience.

A scholar can never let mere wrongness get in the way of the theory.

In the deepest places, where physical norms collapse under the crushing water, bodies still fall softly through the dark, days after their vessels have capsized. They decay on their long journey down. Nothing will hit the black sand at the bottom of the world but algae-covered bones.

A sense of wrongness, of fraught unease, as if long nails scraped the surface of the moon, raising the hackles of the soul.

I'll tell you, I've never particularly been a Trek person. I feel about Trek the way one feels about known, vaguely liked, but rather distant members of one's family.

I remember vividly what it's like to read as a 10-year-old - that passionate inhabiting of a book.

My job is not to try to give readers what they want but to try to make readers want what I give.