Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.

Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.

Ice is for death and endings.

Do you know the wish of your heart?" - The Darkest Road

It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.