It is always difficult, even with the best will in the world, to look back a long way and see anything resembling the truth.

Dave hung up. And unplugged the phone. With a fierce and bitter pain he stared at it, watching how, over and over again, it didn't ring.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

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

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.

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

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