If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way

Speculative fiction is where my heart lies. It's what I read growing up, and it's what I read as an adult.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

He hesitated, then lifted his head and sniffed. “Have you been drinking?” The question was more curious than accusatory. “No,” Bast said. The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been tasting,” Bast said, emphasizing the word. “Tasting comes before drinking.

All the truth in the world is held in stories.

The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought, but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.

Hespe's mouth went firm. She didn't scowl exactly, but it looked like she was getting all the pieces of a scowl together in one place, just in case she needed them in a hurry.