The good thing about working on the books for 14 years before they hit the shelves is that I worked out most of the kinks long before they were published.

I'd like to do an anthology. Maybe a collection of songs set in my world, or based on my world. I think that would be a lot of fun.

With slow care rather than stealth we must approach the subject of a certain woman. Her wildness is of such degree, I fear approaching her too quickly even in a story. Should I move recklessly, I might startle even the idea of her into sudden flight.

What were you thinking?" Bast said with an odd mixture of confusion and concern. Coat was a long while in answering. "I tend to think too much Bast. My greatest successes tended to come when I stopped thinking and simply did what felt right, even if there was no explantion for what I did.

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

Congratulations. That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. Ever.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.