One of the guards stepped forward, hand on the hilt of his sword. “I’ll be taking those weapons now, boys.” Braylar replied, “I’m afraid I can’t allow that. Assassinations are so very difficult as it is – unarmed, almost impossible.” It.

You haven’t lived until you’ve grieved. Death, life, together, the same. And if you’ve only experienced life you’re only half-alive.

Skeelana was just in front of me, and I found myself watching the way her hips shifted back and forth. Even on level ground, she had a bit of an involuntary sashay that was hard to turn away from, but watching her take the incline was almost hypnotic. I shook my head as I tripped over a root and forced myself to watch where I was going.

It is a ripper. I would be disappointed if it simply nuzzled them and showed its belly for a good rub.

There always seems to be an ‘until’. That is one of life’s harsh lessons.

And if that only inflames your curiosity, I say to you, a writer without curiosity is a bird without feathers.

The years cool passions for some men, neutralize poison, soften the edges of grief and rage and prejudice. But for others, they hold on even tighter to the things that burn their insides out regardless of the passage of time, or even in spite of it, as if to curse the very world itself.

Sleep, elusive as a ghost, plaintive as a widow, and as easy to hold as the wind.