Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.