I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

So what? All writers are lunatics!

Why do grown-ups think it's easier for children to bear secrets than the truth? Don't they know about the horror stories we imagine to explain the secrets?

When it came to hiding, even Gwin had nothing to teach Dustfinger. A strange sense of curiosity had always driven him to explore the hidden, forgotten corners of this and any other place, and all that knowledge had now come in useful.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?