I meditate, and when I do, Prince Harry appears in my subconscious and meditates with me. It’s a little strange but I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it. Sometimes he’s not the...

Not all sons were like their fathers. A son chose the man he would be.Not all daughters were like their fathers. A daughter monster chose the monster she would be.

You’re the queen, and it’s the queen’s house, and whatever Brigan may accomplish, he’s highly unlikely ever to be queen.

She understood now that while it had been wrong to kill Cansrel, it had also been right. The boy with the strange eyes had helped her to see the rightness of it. The boy who’d...

It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against...

People want incongruous, impossible things.

Art glows with faith even in its weakest parts. At every moment, writing is an act of self-confidence – the sheerest, most determined, most stubborn self-belief. You CAN have faith and doubt at the same...

Do you understand? I don’t want you to do a thing if you don’t understand it.

For now, Lady Queen,” he said, “allow us to continue to obey you. But give us honorable instructions, Lady Queen,” he said, turning a flushed face to hers. “Ask us to do honorable things, so...

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.

And of course she understood now why her body wanted to run whenever he appeared. It was a correct instinct, for there was nothing to be got from this but sadness.

But that’s how memory works,” Bitterblue said quietly. “Things disappear without your permission, they come back again without your permission.” And sometimes they come back incomplete or warped

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?’ Archer asked. ‘Because that’s what you very nearly did.

Well then,” Roen said briskly, “are you sleeping?””Yes.””Come now. A mother can tell when her son lies. Are you eating?””No,” Brigan said gravely. “I’ve not eaten in two months. It’s a hunger strike to protest...

He thinks we’re made of money.

It’s as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

She didn’t want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and...

Great! He has indigestion, so let’s torture him with cake.

King Drowden has given his men instructions to infiltrate the town, bribe townspeople for the secrets of their neighbors, steal the neighbors’ hidden treasures. Much more subtle than Drowden’s usual smash and burn technique. We...