A Kiss," said Mogget sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose." "A breath?" she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed too forward.

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.

Maybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.

There is never one absolutely right thing to do. All you can do is honor what you believe, accept the consequences of your own actions, and make the best out of what happens.

Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.

Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.

Yet when ancient forces stir, many things are woken.