Elodin looked at me. "What a remarkably honest threat," he said. "Normally they're much more growlish and gristly than that." "Gristly?" I asked, emphasizing the 't.' "Don't you mean grisly?" "Both," he said. "Usually there's a lot of, 'I'll break your knees. I'll break your neck.'" He shrugged. "Makes me think of gristle, like when you're boning a chicken.

The seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.

I always read. You know how sharks have to keep swimming or they die? I’m like that. If I stop reading, I die.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.

I've got an idea for a modern day faerie tale that I think would made a great short novel. But I just don't have the time to work on it right now. I'm way too busy with the 'Kingkiller Chronicles' and being a new dad.