Here's the thing about home: you can create it most anywhere, as long as you gather your people around you.

Words can fall hard like a boulder loosed from a cliff. Words can drift unnoticed like a weed seed on a breeze. Words can sing.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

Razo was sorely tempted to assert that all was true and he'd lost his horns and tail in a tragic childhood accident

I was under the stars, like a fish is under water.

A little snark, properly directed, can change the world.

Careful with the accusations of insanity, oh my lady whose home is a tower with windows of brick, all for the sake of some skinny-ankled, laugh-prone boy of a khan.