You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Unless The Perfidious Wolves Have The Temerity To Disobey The High King's Plans, We Should Meet Shalhassan's Forces By The Latham In Mid-wood With The Wolves Between Us. If They Aren't,' Diarmuid Concluded, 'we Blame Anyone And Everything Except The Plan.

She Had Been A Solitary Child, And Then Solitary As A Woman, Drawn Into An Orbit Of Her Own That Took Her Away From Others, Even Those Who Would Be Her Friends.

Ice Is For Death And Endings.

I Have Always Argued, In A Good Novel, Interesting Things Happen To Interesting People.

There Are Kinds Of Action, For Good Or Ill, That Lie So Far Outside The Boundaries Of Normal Behavior That They Force Us, In Acknowledging That They Have Occurred, To Restructure Our Own Understanding Of Reality. We Have To Make Room For Them.