Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.

Are there sexual fetishes that involve books? There must be. I try not to imagine how they might work.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.

Why does the typical adventuring group consist of a wizard, a warrior, and a rogue, anyway? It should really be a wizard, a warrior, and a rich guy. Otherwise who's going to pay for all the swords and spells and hotel rooms?

I feel a little whirl of dislocation -- the trademark sensation of the world being more closely knit together than you expected

He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.

You know, I'm really starting to think the whole world is just a patchwork quilt of crazy little cults, all with their own secret spaces, their own records, their own rules.