Just pity him, my boy. Tomorrow we'll be on our way, but he'll have to keep his own disagreeable company until the day he dies.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.

I'm not implying that fantasy is for kids. I'm saying that more and more people are finally realizing that there's more to fantasy stories than elves and wizards and goblin armies.

Each book needs a good beginning and a good ending. People get pissed off when you don't close things off properly at the end.

If the beard gives a modifier to seduction, I'm guessing it's not a positive one.

What do they do to students at the University who eavesdrop?” Bast asked curiously. “I haven’t the slightest idea. I was never caught. I think making you sit and listen to the rest of my story should be punishment enough.