The world of a cat is unlike any other. What is seen through their eyes cannot be understood by anyone besides another cat. Their world is filled with secrets and adventures that are always present...

Death is unstoppable. One must face it as a fact of life

Love has an extreme capacity to offer everything we need but not without extreme pain. Anyone who tastes the sweet fruit -joy of love, deserves to taste the bitter fruit -pain of separation. Nobody should...

Comforting lies are better than a hurting truth, is my policy, but it’s impossible to lie in front of you

I couldn’t say the real reason for my call when he asked me, ‘Anything else?’ It was hard for me to end the call. There was nothing I could say to him directly, but there...

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

Fantasies… who needs fantasies? I have memories.

How’s daydreaming affecting nightmares?? Showing the light where is all dark!

It’s not a question of can or can’t. There are some things in life you just do.

The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Her silhouette never has regrets.

In a calm, clear voice, she suggested that the wyrsa in question could do several highly improbable, athletically difficult and possibly biologically impractical things involving its own mother, a few household implements, and a dead...

Love is an invisible force that makes you realize that reality is better than fantasy.

In truth, his most ardent fantasy was to hear her saying the three words he had repeated so often already. I love you.

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the...

We are not so different, and yet we are worlds apart.” Ahkeel/Akil, The Veil Series prequel.

Any romantic feelings for a 12-year-old are like entering into a fantasy world.

IT IS SAID that time is unrelated to everything else. It goes on and on, unnoticing of our actions, our falls, our triumphs. Who’s to care then, if time does not remember us? It flies...

this is a book about something

Was it magic? Of course it was.

The rulers were using ancient knowledge to manipulate the amygdaloidal primal fear. They ruled through fear, preternatural fear created through soft, invisible waves designed to alternate the brain’s almond. They kept the people spellbound

Feeling drunk with the anticipation of being alone in the elevator with the blonde seductress, Jack turned back and flashed a wicked grin at Todd before disappearing down the hall.”I’m Shala. I was also hoping...

The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else—grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.

It’s easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.

Though in this genre we write about the fantastic, the stories work best when there is solid grounding in our world. Magic works best for me when it aligns with scientific principles. Worldbuilding works best...

Then someone within closed the door, shutting Norah out into the howling dust of the night. The clouds parted briefly to reveal the full moon’s cold eye, then closed again. Wind seared over the pavilion’s...

And the One will reveal the Bow of the Southern Star and conquer the enemy with courage and fine judgment. The sight of the One is true and the enemy cannot hide. Griffon will fly

Has Solan addled your brain?

Geschichten, das wusste Jude, waren wertvoll, denn sie halfen einem, die Welt zu verstehen. Sie lenkten von den wirklich schlimmen Dingen ab und manchmal, in den besten Fällen, ließen sie Hoffnung aufkeimen.

He’s not safe, but he’s good (referring to Aslan, the Lion, in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe)

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

A mother is an individual who’d go to any length for someone else, beyond rationality, beyond her physical body, her social bindings of state, country, her kind. That’s the most horrifying individual you’ll ever meet.

Leave the dead to the Earth. They are not for us.

The Boy’s head was spinning. Raul was real, and quite possibly not kindly disposed to him, as Marama’s potential heir and jail-breaker. The sailors worshiped Marama, who controlled the tides and commanded them through dreams?...

Down through this verdant land Carter walked at evening, and saw twilight float up from the river to the marvelous golden spires of Thran. And just at the hour of dusk he came to the...

The fantastic postulates that there are forces in the outside world, and in our own natures, which we can neither know nor control, and these forces may even constitute the essence of our existence, beneath...

I’d chase you anyway. I’ll chase you forever.

I can see time,” whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost.

De los bosques salían ménades y sátiros furiosos que exterminaban aldeas enteras. Sólo mataban, sin saquear como hacían los humanos, puesto que aquellos seres de la espesura no ambicionaban posesiones materiales.

Roads go ever ever on,Over rock and under tree,By caves where never sun has shone,By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,And through the merry flowers of June,Over grass and over stone,And...

As Ariel recounted the events of her dream, two magnificent, batlike wings grew from the backs of her shoulders, stretched as if preparing to fly, then retreated back into their host. The sound heard when...

Milcas raced out his door, anxious to find the answer to this riddle and discover the source of hope for a Roegan in Fargranther; the propellant of an unheard of, forgotten, impossible, and by all...

I am smiling a big adopted-orphan smile as I write this … I still love scribbling the word – WRITER – any time on a form, questionnaire, document asks for my occupation. Fine, I write...

A low, purring rumble reverberated in his chest, his voice tight when he spoke. “Ah, hell, You’re naked.

Think of the prince, protector of the palace. Right now he prays for you to live.

Female Mercenary. This will be a companion on your Tour. She is usually tall, thin and wiry, silent, and neurotic. Sex scares her. This is because she either came from a nunnery or was raped...

She couldn’t live in denial of her own humanity.

Why all this death?You might as easily ask ‘Why all this life?’.

My eyes are open now and can never be closed.

The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.