He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.

One of the things I strive for is realism. I need to be as real as possible in the dilemmas my characters face.

We could mate. In a year our nestlings would be large enough to mob anyone we like...Should I begin to court you? Do you like grubs or ants better?...I will be here. In case you change your mind about mating.

Just because I'm no jaw clacker doesn't mean there should be a ruction put up whenever I have sommat to say.

Why does he speak of them that way?" The crow-man wanted to know. "They are humans, just like he is." "I don't think he sees them as just like him." Ally explained. "He is foolish then," said Nawat. "There are more raka than Bronaus.

Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.

They had almost reached their horses when Neal's unmistakable drawl sounded through the stable: "Joren is so pretty. Say, Garvey, are you two friends because you can have him?