Tad Williams
Tad Williams is an American fantasy and science fiction novelist born on March 14, 1957, in San Jose, California.
Williams was educated at Palo Alto High School and is currently based in California. In addition to his work as a novelist and writer, he has also worked as a presenter and singer. More than seventeen million copies of his works have been sold across the fantasy and science fiction genres.
Williams is the author of Tailchaser's Song, the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series, the Otherland series, and the Shadowmarch series. He also authored The War of the Flowers and the Bobby Dollar series. In 2024, Williams published The Navigator's Children as the final novel of The Last King of Osten Ard series.
Williams writes in English and his work spans both fantasy and science fiction. His published output includes standalone works and multi-volume series, with fantasy and science fiction representing the consistent generic territory of his career as a novelist.
Quotes by Tad Williams
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Briony’s ladies-in-waiting kept their distance, as though their mistress had some illness which might spread – and indeed she did, Briony thought, because unhappiness was ambitious.
A book, you see, is the only kind of trap that keeps its captive – which is knowledge – alive forever.
You dream too much, child. Our kind, we make our way with strong backs and closed mouths.
He has about him still a kind of terrible beauty, as dangerously beguiling as the grandeur of a storm rushing across the sea.
When you stopped to think about it, he reflected, there weren’t many things in life one truly needed. To want too much was worse than greed: it was stupidity – a waste of precious time and effort. The.
But that is enough of such worrying. The river is waiting, and our hearts must be light, so we can faster travel.
As he slipped away he heard his own cradled heartbeat, muffled though it was in the tickling wool of exhaustion.
Love. Tired old jokes aside, a real, powerful love does have one thing in common with Hell itself: it burns everything else out of you.
