Half of what I write is imaginative reality. The other half is realized impossibilities. Blended into one, these make a fantasy.

We found the heart of Arcrea and all I got was this stupid tunic.

Sometimes God takes us down to nothing so that He can give us all we need. Often we try to hold on to everything anyway, creating idols that mean more to us than God does....

Blunt turned to the man in question with a helpless grin, “You have always proven yourself a mystery to me, good fellow!”Falconer lifted one corner of his mouth, “Then I have succeeded, Blunt.

I have chosen a life that depends on one’s awareness that every breath may be his last, every step may bring his downfall, and every word may stir betrayal. In truth, I must live in...

The message had been delivered. All they could do now was wait. Valden hated waiting.

Now then,” he mused, “how does one fly a dragon?