Last night there seemed to be a chance. Anything was possible last night. That was the trouble with last nights. They were always followed by this mornings.

What I've always said was, hang in there, let me write what I want to write, and you'll probably like it.

Most people who have found that they are more intelligent than most around them, have yet to learn that one of the most intelligent things they can do is prevent said people ever finding this out.

Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.

It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.

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

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.