I always love writing the third book in a series because you get to tie up all the threads that you put out in the first two books. You finally let people know what really happens and reveal all the secrets and bring certain characters together.

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



Great. She shook her head. Not only am I having conversations with myself, but now I'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness.

He had given her too much. He had given her everything.

Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.

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.

Unquestioning obedience is for slaves, the uneducated and the pathetic.