For all my longer works (i.e. the novels) I write chapter outlines so I can have the pleasure of departing from them later on.

Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were gone, vanished with everything else that had defined her previous existence and identity.

I am not going to change who I am. I am human and I know how to love, and be kind, and be compassionate to those who are weaker than me. Just because I have power doesn't mean I have to use it!

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

He was obviously a very arrogant ragamuffin, and younger than she was, to boot. And he was wearing a necromancer's bells! Apart from that, he was quite handsome, which was another black mark as far as she was concerned.

No mother, no father, no Sight.

For all my longer works (i.e. the novels) I write chapter outlines so I can have the pleasure of departing from them later on.