Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.

It's funny, because in deference to conventional wisdom, I spent my struggling writer years trying to suppress my naturally baroque literary voice and write clean, spare prose. I finally gave up and embraced my baroque tendencies when I wrote the Kushiel series.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.

Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.