That is how heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

I smiled,"Deoch, my heart is made of stronger stuff than glass. When she strikes she'll find it strong as iron-bound brass, or gold and adamant together mixed. Don't think I am unaware, some startled deer to stand transfixed by hunter's horns. It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged light.

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.

He then proceeded to shout at Alpha and Beta, a sign that he was in a genuine good mood. They took it as calmly as ever, in spite of the fact that he accused them of things I'm sure no donkey has ever willingly done, especially not Beta, who possessed impeccable moral character.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

For me, language is something that I've always loved. When I read, that's what I look for. When I write, that's what I strive for.