The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place

Mortimer's face twisted when the Piper pressed his knife against his ribs. Oh yes, he's obviously made the wrong enemies in this story, thought Orpheus. And the wrong friends. But that was high-minded heroes for you. Stupid.

You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.

And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.

My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.