Fitch is on his way. He's coming after he blows up some wizards.

(A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of a threat to others.

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

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

Oh, I am getting married," Raisa said sleepily. "You promised me that if I agreed to marry you, that you would make it happen." She extended her hand, the one with the ring Han had given her, and waved it under his nose. "So. It's time to pay up.

Haven't you heard about me?" he said, with a tight smile. "I'm really a very dangerous person." And he did look dangerous until he said, "Look, could you watch Dog for me while I'm gone? I can't take him where I'm going.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.