The Assassin moved quietly from roof to roof until he was well away from the excitement around the Watch House. His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

I like being a writer.

Life doesn't happen in chapters - at least, not regular ones.

The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if you were holding a pie it had just given you.

Chain-mail isn't much defence against an arrow. It certainly isn't when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

Around it are those countries which, according to History, constitute the civilised world ie, a world that can support historians