My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with double amounts of soap and all the "extra" buttons pushed: extra wash, extra rinse, extra water, extra spin, extra protection against things that go bump in the night.

What I write, if you have to label it, is crossover, and I think that much of the stuff that is called children's or YA is in fact crossover and is equally valid for anyone who likes to read fantasy.

But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leav­ing out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.

We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

the touch of evil poisons by the idea of it. Reject the idea, and you've rejected the evil

It seems to me further, that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail, and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.