My writing has a lot of surprising twists.

Denying reality only works as long as enough powerful people see a benefit in playing along.

Attack dolphins. What the hell was that? Dolphins were supposed to be nice.

Charm is less effective on people who have good reason to kick your ass.

The beatings were a small price to pay for hope.

The master who fears the choices his people will make enough to take those choices away isn’t worth serving.

Kip had tasted honey that few in the history of the world had tasted: he’d had meaningful work, and friendship with titans; a great marriage to a strong, good, beautiful woman; and a father who’d been willing to die for him.

I’m like the dog with a bone who crossed a low bridge in the fable. I see another dog passing beneath me carrying a bone, and I snap to take his bone – and drop my own into the water, into my reflection.

Survivors are willing to make sacrifices.

Magic requires will, but words shape will, turn it, direct it, reflect it from one target to another.