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.

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

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.

The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.

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

I have always argued, in a good novel, interesting things happen to interesting people.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.