Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.

They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.

Outside the Weirwall, Jack could hear the thud of bodies colliding and the cries of the wounded. It seemed like a lot of noise. Even given the fact that Ellen was involved. "Why'd she go out there?" Jack demanded. "Why didn't you stop her?" Brooks spat on the ground. "Have you ever tried to stop Captain Stephenson from anythin'?

If you want to be a writer, you must be in love with the process of writing, whether you achieve financial success or not.

She had never felt more alive than when she lay dying in Han Alister's arms.