The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow endless drizzle.

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.

You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all.

If you go to space, you'll look down and see no national boundaries. You'll never see the gods people are killing each other over, but they're incredibly real.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams