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

A hard truth: that courage can be without meaning or impact, need not be rewarded, or even known. The world has not been made in that way. Perhaps, however, within the self there might come a resonance, the awareness of having done something difficult, of having done . . . something.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

You have to be afraid for it to count as bravery.

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.

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

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