And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.
Steven EriksonThe notion of evil for its own sake strikes me as boring -- all these Dark Lords intent on creating wastelands packed with enslaved victims... for what?
Steven EriksonFor we are all bound in stories, and as the years pile up they turn to stone, layer upon layer, building our lives.
Steven Erikson