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.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

Music sounds different to the one who plays it. It is the musician's curse.

There is a sort of camaraderie that rarely exists except between men who have fought the same enemies and know the same women.

Over his own dark Cealdish beard. "Nothing like your marvelous facebear.

It might not be true, but that doesn't mean it's nonsense.

Then I played the song that hides in the center of me. That wordless music that moves through the secret places in my heart. I played it carefully, strumming it slow and low into the dark stillness of the night. I would like to say it is a happy song, that it is sweet and bright, but it is not.