There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

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.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

If you don't read for pleasure, you'll lose your edge as a writer.

I do not feel obliged in my reading. I read to be entertained and to relax, and to go into another world, not because it's good for me.

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

It’s never simple.” Avery slid an arm around Hope’s waist. “It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little bit complicated.