I love you too, sweet sister. But you're a fool. A beautiful golden fool.

His dagger was out, poised at her throat. “Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.

You always try to do your own thing. One of the things I wanted to do was to write a book that combines some of the best traits of contemporary fantasy with some of the traits of the historical novel.

He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.

I was a journalism major, and I would take creative writing classes as part of that, but I would also look for opportunities to write stories for some of my other classes. So for my course in Scandinavian history, I asked if I could write historical fiction instead of term papers. Sometimes they’d say yes.

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

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