I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

I had never seen the view at this time before, at the very pinnacle of night when sunset was far behind us and dawn had not yet risen rosy-fingered from the horizon. The night was...

There is nothing else in magic but the wild thought of the bird as it casts itself into the void. There is no creature upon the earth with such potential for magic. Even the least...

Gavin scratched his head, idly wondering what his father would tell him right about then. Probably steal the slave and run. Father’s solution was always to steal and run. But he had a job to...

Sing it again!” And the women would sing again: Measles knocks at the door. Smallpox asks, Who’s there? And Scarlet Fever replies: All three of us are here!

Unseen University had never admitted women, muttering something about problems with the plumbing, but the real reason was an unspoken dread that if women were allowed to mess around with magic they would probably be...

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Language is something you inherit, it’s never just you doing the talking, which helps when you’re pretending.

All clichés aside, sometimes a girl just needed to cry in the rain.

Stories are full of people who find that, in extreme situations, they’re capable of so much more than they imagined they were. Real life is full of people who find that they’re capable of so...

La personalidad es un papel que se pliega para ocultar distintas facetas y mostrar otras, como un origami.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

He possessed the logic of all good intentions and a knowledge of all the tricks of his trade, and yet he never succeeded at anything, because he believed too much in the impossible. Surprising? Why...

It is not the destination that matters, but how one arrives there.

There is only one reason that a man would take a nearly fatal knife wound for a woman,’ Gavril stated.’And what reason is that?’ Blaze asked.Gavril shrugged his shoulders and replied, ‘Because he values her...

There are no happy endings… There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we...

Cinderella of course,” Danielle giggled.

Allein zu sein ist nicht schlecht, wenn man in der Gesellschaft von Büchern ist.

Let those who smile at me, ask themselves whether they have been indebted most to imagination or reality for all they have enjoyed in life, if indeed they have ever enjoyed any thing.

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to...

Then Deborah stood at the wicket gate, the boundary, and there was a woman with outstretched hand, demanding tickets.”Pass through,” she said when Deborah reached her. “We saw you coming.” The wicket gate became a...

I wanted to get back to my style of 20 years ago after a long period of exploring horror and fantasy themes.

Erasing is exercise for the hands

Real life this fdar had taught me that in the adult world, fate was chaotic and uncertain. Guidelines for success were arbitrary. But in the world of D&D, at least there was a rule book…...

S’ils participent tous deux des littératures de l’imaginaire, s’ils ont quelques points communs, comme par exemple leur localisation sur des planètes exotiques et la description de sociétés organisées selon des règles différentes des nôtres, la...

I would love to see her set you on fire.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

… where I walked, the frost shaped itself to my will, dancing in the air like music over water.

You might think of the barrier between fiction and reality as being a bit like a blood-brain barrier, which allows only some kinds of molecules to pass from the bloodstream into the brain. Emotions can...

Ce n’était pas un trou déplaisant, sale et humide, rempli de bouts de vers et d’une atmosphère suintante, non plus qu’un trou sec, nu, sablonneux, sans rien pour s’asseoir ni sur quoi manger : c’était...

The festive music died down and the granite pillars were replaced with rotted wooden beams as he continued down the alleyways. The scent of fresh flowers turned to mold, and the colorful mosiacs of honor...

Is it not enough to shine,To know that friends are true?That love is born of friendship,And who you are is you?

Assottiglia Gundjr la moltitudine di nodi che veste la propria barba bruna, incolta, mentre Tarek avido ne sorseggia un altro dopo aver terso con la lingua quelle serpi bionde, che infuriano sopra la sua bocca;...

Before long, everyone was giving him answers, and feeling a little superior, because it was really remarkable the number of things Chrestomanci seemed not to know. He had heard of Hitler, though he asked Brian...

Even in the hottest fire there’s a bit of water. my The Opposite Of Magic.

I sometimes have moments of such despair, such despair … Because in those moments I start to think that I will never be capable of beginning to live a real life; because I have already...

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone’s horizon sweeps someone else’s. We are only noticed...

Small men command the letter of the law. Great men serve its spirit. For the spirit of the law is justice… and justice is the spirit of God.

I am not Cugel the Clever for nothing!

I think that if Mozart were alive today and decided to become a novelist, he would write humorous fantasy.

Quando l’Amore mi ha scacciata, è stata la Crudeltà ad avere pietà di me.

My creatures are born of a long denial,” seems to me the best definition of writing as a kind of exorcism, casting off invading creatures by projecting them into universal existence, keeping them on the...

It takes real planning to organize this kind of chaos.

Right and wrong matters little when survival matters most.

Every time the sky cries, it is because an angel has died… Lucifer started a war in Heaven, and it persists even now. So if God cannot keep his angels under control, what makes you...

You know how it is — you get older, you get wiser, you start to ask yourself ‘is it any use being able to summon creatures of the nether deeps when I could be watching...

If you try to take our heart without earning our soul, our heart will break

John Mandrake was an attractive young man, and the scent of power hung about him, sweet and intoxicating, like honeysuckle in the evening air.

I was just about to pull out the gun for you to play single-player Russian Roulette.