Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.

That faeries have forgotten the Tapestry; that is the greatest tragedy of all. It's the fabric of all creation and it's woven of dreams, the dreams of the Djinn. Dreams are real, Magpie. They're seed and water and sun. They're everything.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?