He was withdrawing. I think it was getting harder for him to accept his fate. Like a bird in a cage, he grew silent.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

Although her heart had been dead for years, she clasped her hands over her breast to protect what rested underneath.

Would you give up the craft of your hands, and the passion of your heart, and the hunger of your mind, to buy safety?

But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl.

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

Loss reshapes us and teaches us to fill ourselves with something new. If we resist, we feel as you do. Hollow. Empty.

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

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

It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be.

I cannot pretend that I regard this with favor, but the purpose of life is not what we want but what needs to be done.

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

But I don't think Art's an Einstein - he likes tugging ears, biting people and burping too much to be a genius.

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...