“In youth,” he said, speaking as if from a great distance, “we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe,...

What would this have been, if it had more power to give?””This may come as a surprise to you,” he replied dryly, “But I am not an Ancient. Nor am I, human philosophy aside, a...

Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could...

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow – hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn’t remember now. But it was true....

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath

Success and failure are two edges of the same blade, two sides of the same coin. To fear one is to forever deny the possibility of the other.

Stay,” he said abruptly. “Stay, feed me. Read to me, if you like. Do not talk to me of death. Do not offer me your fear. I have fear of my own to drive me,...

Stop judging your life only by the failures,” he whispered.”What should I do?” she whispered. “I’m always going to fail.””We all do,” he said softly, his voice closer now. “We all fail. But none of...

The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.

We lose it, and we think it’s gone forever. That’s how I felt the first time I lost mine. It took me years to understand that I could find—and make—another. I couldn’t do it on...

And I’ll stop with the lecture now. I don’t like people much—they irritate and annoy me. But I’mfascinated by them anyway.

No, time has silverted the dark sheen of her hair, and thickened her body, and lined the corners of her eyes and her lips.He saw in them the hints of the smile he loved, and...

There wasn’t a colloquial phrase, or curse, that went something like, “May your day be full of angry dragons” or, “May every dragon you meet today be pissed off.” But, there should have been.

Because people make a story of their lives.Gains, losses, tragedy and triumph—you can tell a lot about someone simply by what they put into eachcategory. You can learn a lot about what you put into...

There were always people who struggled their way to the top of the heap, no matter how much that heap looked like garbage when seen from the outside.