Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could in theory be authorative.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

Is this some sort of test?" "Everything that doesn't kill you is." "Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.