Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.

For, "Yes," he had sighed on his dying breath, and all knew that was the ultimate prayer one could offer to life.

You are confusing plumbing and love again.

Some people say 'I want to be a writer,' and some people say, 'I want to write.'

Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.

Look forward, not back. Correct your course and go on. You cannot undo yesterday's journey.

THE HEIR OF NIGHT by Helen Lowe is a richly told tale of strange magic, dark treachery and conflicting loyalties, set in a well realized world.