Caught between glass and wood, that which breaks and that which bends, that which sings and that which survive. So our lives go.

... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.

If he didn't get out of here - right now - Harrier was either going to break into hysterical laughter or strangle somebody.

Three things trust and cherish well- The horse on which you ride, The beast that guards and watches, And your shield-mate at your side.

. . . from what he knew about the Creatures of the Dark they wouldn't waste their time laying elaborate traps. They'd just eat someone.

One day,' Orest said, looking at him comically, 'you will say something that is less than practical and sensible, something that is driven by no forethought and nothing but passion, and I will probably collapse with shock.

Time doesn't. All that Time does is make it more distant, put more space between you and what happened. It doesn't heal anything. I don't know how or what does the healing, but it isn't Time.