A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

Admit nothing - that was his first rule. Appeal to logic - second rule. Delay the inevitable - third rule.

Like a stand of lodgepole pines in a gale Raisa's followers all went down leaving her standing alone....There's no shelter for me not from any of this. I'll stand alone the rest of my life. THE GRAY WOLF THRONE p. 163

Crow walked toward her, arms outstretched like a man in a dream, which he was, in a way. Sometimes a dream is enough.

Han made no effort to put up a brave front. Most of the time he just screamed himself hoarse, though a couple of times he amused himself by screaming Fionas's name as if he were in the throes of passion. FEEE-OHHH-NAAA! Lord Bayar made him pay for that, but afterward, Fiona didn't come down anymore, which Han appreciated.

Just remember who you are... The world will try to change you into someone else. Don't let them. That's the best advice anyone can give you.

We may all end up dead, but we're sticking it to them in the meantime.