... everyone knew that all islands were worlds unto themselves, that to come to an island was to come to another world.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.

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