Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.

This looks like a job for inadvisably applied magic if ever I saw one.

Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.

Most modern fantasy just rearranges the furniture in Tolkien's attic.

Once upon a time the plural of 'wizard' was 'war'.

Putting up a statue to someone who tried to stop a war is not very, um, statuesque. Of course, if you had butchered five hundred of your own men out of arrogant carelessness, we'd be melting the bronze already.

She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.