You know, I could have carried you.

I'd like to work with some of the videogame companies for the simple fact that they obviously need some sort of writer's help. I play videogames, and lately it's hard for me to enjoy them because I'm spending all my time cringing at the corny dialogue, thin characters, and glaring plot holes.

My favourite member of the Beatles is Lennon. He might have been crazy. But he's my kind of crazy.

Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.

My shrug was so nonchalant it would make a cat jealous

I need you to breathe for me.

Half a King is my favorite book by Joe Abercrombie so far, and that's saying something.