I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.
I've said in many interviews that I like my fiction to be unpredictable. I like there to be considerable suspense.
Of course you know him. Everyone knows a pear-shaped man.
Wizards die the same as other men, once you cut their heads off.
They were never my pack, not even Hot Pie and Gendry. I was stupid to think so, just a stupid little girl, and no wolf at all.
Dark wings, dark words.