Sanabalis never seemed to eat, and he deflected most of her questions about Dragon cuisine. Then again, he deflected most of her questions about Dragons, period. Which was annoying because he was one, and could in theory be authorative.

There is not a man born among us who dreams – at first – of service, although in the end, many are bent that way.

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow – hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

The gods where like the weather; sometimes good, sometimes bad, and either way, always beyond her.

What humans do when they’re desperate is just an expression of fear. What they do when they feel safe is a better indication of whether or not you can trust them.

The truth was only another mask, even if it was the best fit, the closest to skin and all that lay beneath.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

Generally, I like to appear smart. I don’t admit being stupid when there’s any hope I’m not.