What man would dare believe that all he planned might come to pass?

You'd never killed anyone. Then you had.

We are all shaped by where we grow up, though that shaping takes different forms. I dont think theres any doubt that coming of age in Winnipeg both opened my eyes and made me hungry - if I can subvert all claims to be a real writer by mixing metaphors like that.

Some writers later, describing the events of that night and day, wrote that Wan'yen of the Altai had seen a spirit-dragon of the river and become afraid. Writers do that sort of thing. They like dragons in their tales.

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

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

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