In Ireland, you go to someone’s house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you’re really just fine. She asks if you’re sure. You say of...

All thinking things fear. Sentience, perhaps, is facing that fear and conquering it rather than succumbing. A tiger will drown in a tar pit, but a man who can clear his thoughts may survive.

You ever get the feeling your life is a string festooned with bells and tie4d to hundreds of others you don’t know anything about? And that sometimes somebody pulls their string, and your bells ring?”...

Don’t be sorry. Be good. Be right. Be a hero.

Logic was puny in the face of my wrath. Logic was puny and magic was mighty: I had just gotten rebirthed, refilled and renewed, and was fast on my way to resentful.

To my embarrassment, I was crying again. Real girl tears for the second time, these ones born out of frustration. That didn’t happen to me very often, but I hated it when it did. It...

I suppose I knew on an intellectual level that graves weren’t especially made for getting out of. I mean, you start with a hermetically sealed casket and then you dump six feet of dirt on...

…we lay there in the dark for a split second before the beast galumphed toward us. Meabh, always quick with a sword, sprang to her feet and charged the dragon head-on while I mostly just...