There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

Believe it or not, friendships are difficult to write in fiction. They can easily come across as forced, particularly if they involve too much explication and too many overt gestures of affection.

The art of illusion is grace itself.

For we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

Curious,” Bauchelain said. “What is it you wish us to do for you?” “Usurp the king,” Imid Factalo said. “Usurp, as in depose.” “Right.” “Depose, as in remove.” “Yes.” “Remove, as in kill.

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead