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

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

What was I thinking? Of all the assistants I could have wound up with, why did I have to choose the one with the scary mother and troublemaking in his bloodlines? I am doomed.

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.

Tayend nodded. “I know it won’t. I admit I was worried about you, but you are still your old self, underneath.” Dannyl straightened in protest. “Underneath what?” The Elyne stood up, waving one hand in Dannyl’s direction. “All…that.” “I’m reeling at your descriptive clarity,” Dannyl told him.

I have always been fascinated by the supernatural elements in stories, whether fairy tales, myths, film or literature.

It was impossible to imagine the aloof, dignified, powerful High Lord living as, of all things, a slave.