I have always regarded historical fiction and fantasy as sisters under the skin, two genres separated at birth.

I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

She had never loved him so much as she did in that instant.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

In my dreams, I kill him every night,' Robert admitted. 'A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves'.

When your enemies defy you, you must serve them steel and fire. When they go to their knees, however, you must help them back to their feet. Elsewise no man will ever bend the knee to you

I have climbed these steps so often I know each one by name.