She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened.

Some gave me soft words and some blunt, some made excuses, some promises, some only lied. In the end words are just wind.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

Any act can be a prayer, if done as well as we are able.

Soon comes the cold, and the night that never ends.

I've been very lucky. There were times when I was afraid I would never sell another book, but I never doubted I'd write another book.

You wear your honor like a suit of armor... You think it keeps you safe, but all it does is weigh you down and make it hard for you to move.