You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

It's hard being a rock; they have such a strange sense of time - and priorities.

He isn't stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them

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.

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

Three things never anger or you'll not live for long; A wolf with cubs, A man with power, And a woman's sense of wrong.

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.