He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.

The imagination is a muscle. If it is not exercised, it atrophies.

Sometimes I wish that just solving the plot problems was enough. And then elves would go and do all the actual work moving the words around.

Also, I've already won all the awards.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

You can buy a book new, buy it in hardback or wait for the paperback, find it used or as a collectible. I don't mind. What I care about most is that people are reading.