Tiny fists can hurt quite a lot when they hit you in the face.

Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.

Because she was a princess she had a pegasus.

He grunted; she recognized it as relief that she wasn't going to nag him further about Tor the Just, who probably wasn't that boring if he could hold off the Notherners for nine days and melt a hole in the hills.

Vampire. Dangerous. Unknowable. Seriously creepy. This one's name was Constantine. We'd met before.

You are attempting to be logical, I suspect, and logic has little to do with government, and nothing at all to do with military administration.

The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.