She had put despair and fear aside, as if they were garments she did not choose to wear.

The letter . . . What did your lords make of it, I wonder?” Stannis snorted. “Celtigar pronounced it admirable. If I showed him the contents of my privy, he would declare that admirable as well.

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

How do you fight someone if you can't hit them?

As much as I love historical fiction, my problem with historical fiction is that you always know what's going to happen.

You know, I've always considered women to be people.

Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.