When I Write, I Get Glimpses Into

Charles Preferred His Deer To Taste Like Meat And His Pancakes To Look Like Pancakes. Brother Wolf Thought He Was Too Picky. Brother Wolf Was Probably Right.

Anger Is Stupid, And Stupidity Will Kill You More Surely Than Your Opponent's Blade.

Mine. He Was Mine, And Not Even Death Would Take Him From Me—not If I Could Help It.

Are We Going To Portland?" I Asked. "or Multnomah Falls?" He Smiled At Me. "go To Sleep." I Waited Three Seconds. "are We There Yet?" His Smile Widened, And The Last Of The Usual Tension Melted From His Face. For A Smile Like That, I'd...do Anything.

Dragons And Legends...it Would Have Been Difficult For Any Man Not To Want To Fight Beside A Dragon.