I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.