Since it was there, Larkin got another bowl, spooned up stew for himself. “He fights with us. We’re an army.” “An army? Talk about delusions of grandeur. What are you?” she asked Glenna. “Witch.” “So, we’ve got a witch, a sorcerer, a couple of refugees from Geall and a vampire. Some army.

If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations.

When you reach for the stars, you lose blood and tears. That's something you should remember.

...those who love suffer when who they love suffers.

Don't worry."... "We are right behind you." "Notice," Lilah added with a smile, "the direction is behind.

Some romantic you are," Caine complained as he pushed the door open with his back."Whatever happened to women who liked to be swept off their feet?" "They got dropped," Diana said flatly.

I loved the process of writing.