When the hearthfire turns to blue, what to do? what to do? run outside, run and hide when his eyes are black as crow? where to go? where to go? near and far. Here they are. see a man without a face? move like ghosts from place to place. whats their plan? whats their plan? Chandrian. Chandrian

It's hard for me to take myself too seriously when I'm constantly experiencing firsthand what an incredible gimp I can be.

Stories only happen to people who can tell them.

Whenever you write a character, you want to make them themselves, you want to make them unique. You don't want fifty characters in your book and they all pretty much act and think the same except they have different colored hair.

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

I think authors are just realizing there's no real reason to feel limited to a narrow set of genre rules in their writing. There's no reason a mystery novel can't have fantastic elements in it. Similarly, there's no reason why your epic fantasy series can't have elements of a mystery.