It was different, though, knowing something in your thoughts and then hearing it confirmed, made real, planted in the world like a tree

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

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.

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

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

As many have noted, the peril for authors is that our work space is too easily our play space.

I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.