Johnny was sobbing in shuddering gasps, telling me his small tale of woe, that the world was suddently different, and that he wanted me to make it better, right now please." --Liadan's interpretation of her baby's cries.

Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you.

How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.

I've loved fairytales, folklore and mythology since I was a small child, and I think it was inevitable that they would influence my style and my development of stories.

She went on because there was no going back.

There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.