Your Chalice, Master, sees all things clearly, which is both her strength and her weakness.

Nothing?′ said Corlath. ‘I said there were two things. I have told you the first. You told us what you saw as you saw it. But this is the second thing: you spoke in the Old Tongue, what we call the Language of the Gods, that none knows any more but kings and sorcerers, and those they wish to teach it to. The language I just spoke to you, that you did not recognize- I was repeating the words you had said yourself, a moment before.

Reread your favorite novel, the one you only let yourself read any more when you’re sick in bed.

Lack of adaptability is the root cause of much trouble in large organizations.

Muffin cups in my bakery were real sorcerer’s apprentice material, like the dough for the cinnamon rolls every morning could have stood in for The Blob.

Mr. Responsible Media was looking rebellious, but this was my country. I was the Cinnamon Roll Queen and most of those assembled were my devoted subjects.

I’ve always been fascinated by the grassroots folktale level of a culture, and as a storyteller, I have to follow what seems to be leading me on.

It was one of the good things about him. Whatever he might not be telling you, what he did tell you was the truth.

Stop it. This is me, remember? We’ve been thrown up by the same puppies. – Ossin.

What was she to say? “The prodigal has returned? The mutineer wishes to be reinstated? The subordinate, having gone to a great deal of trouble to prove her commander wrong, has come back and promises to be a good little subordinate hereafter, or at least until next time?