A world without pain, loss, betrayal, hate, death, loneliness? Impossible!

He says every story has at least some truth in it, even if most are made up.

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods. Their ways are not meant for the humble likes of us. But we've decoded some of their secrets regardless. Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always - will always be - there.

... please Lady... Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish." "You most certainly were." "You are cruel, Evanna.

She was a beautiful woman." Gavner sighed, tracing the outline of one of the elephants. "She just had very bad taste in underwear …" "And in boyfriends," I added impishly. Mr. Crepsley burst into laughter at that

The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani as a slave, but as an equal.