You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

Unless the perfidious wolves have the temerity to disobey the High King's plans, we should meet Shalhassan's forces by the Latham in mid-wood with the wolves between us. If they aren't,' Diarmuid concluded, 'we blame anyone and everything except the plan.

After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.

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

She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.

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