Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forget about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

Even in dreams, you could not fall forever.

There are worse ways to die than warm and drunk.

His time was past, her handmaid Irri declared. No man should live longer than his teeth.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

Let him grow taller,she asked the gods.Let him know sixteen, and twenty, and fifty. Let him grow as tall as his father, and hold his own son in his arms. Please, please, please.

There’s part of me that loves words. But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to drive nails with your shoe.