Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

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

I always work from an outline, so I know all the of the broad events and some of the finer details before I begin writing the book.

Once the blinders are off, it's rather hard to go back to seeing things the way you used to.

Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.

It isn't wise to be rude to one's mother. She knows everything about your childhood that is potentially embarassing.