Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

He flung his arms around her neck, but only once he saw Silvertoungue's back was turned. He never knew with fathers. "I'll save him, Meggie!" he wispered in her ear. "I'll bring Dustfinger back. This story will have a happy ending.I swear!

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

Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

Everything gets to me. I'm very sentimental.