...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).

It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed,' although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had beed badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

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

People think that stories are shaped by people. In fact, it's the other way around.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.