The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.

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

We salvage what we can, what truly matters to us, even at the gates of despair.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?

most hated by the dark, for their name is light.

The military preferred - invariably - those who could be readily defined, assigned roles, understood, and controlled.

Fantasy is, at its best, the purest access to storytelling that we have. It universalizes a tale, it evokes wonder and timeless narrative power, it touches upon inner journeys, it illuminates our collective and individual pasts, throws a focus beam on the present day, and presages the dangers and promises of the future.