It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

Better to know the quick pain of truth than the ongoing pain of a long-held false hope.

So what were you [Sonea] and Dorrien discussing before?' Akkarin asked. She turned to regard him. 'Discussing?' 'Outside the farmhouse when I was buying the food.' 'Oh. Then. Nothing.' He smiled and nodded. 'Nothing. Amazing subject, that one. Produces such fascinating reactions in people.

I wound up studying art and design, got a job at Lonely Planet Publications as a designer, cartographer and illustrator.

Though I can’t help feeling a sudden death cheats you of something. Death is an experience of life. You only get one death. I would like to be aware it was happening, even if that did mean enduring pain and fear.

If your appearance is all people see, they have no respect for your mind.

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?