Choosers will be beggars if the begging’s not their choosing, said the Dog.
For all my longer works (i.e. the novels) I write chapter outlines so I can have the pleasure of departing from them later on.
Knowledge, like all things, is best in moderation, intoned the Will. Knowing everything means you don't need to think, and that is very dangerous.
I won't let you go! I love you, Dog!''There will be other dogs and friends, and loves' whispered the Dog. 'You have found your family, your heritage, and you have earned a high place in the world. I l...
Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
Volí si stezku chodec, nebo stezka chodce?
A breath? she asked. She didn't want to kiss just any wooden man. He looked nice enough, but he might not be like his looks. A kiss seemed very forward. He might remember it, and make assumptions.
I am the Disreputable Dog. Or Disreputable Bitch, if you want to get technical. When are we going for a walk?
Ever thought of becoming a wizard?' - The Good Wizard'Not before now,' said Anya. 'I've always wanted to be a sorcerer...'Her voice trailed off as the Good Wizard raised her eyebrows.'But not so much...
Even now, she wished she could write a note, push it across the table, and go away to her room. But she was no longer a Second Assistant Librarian of the Great Library of the Clayr. Those days were go...
Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.
But think of how much worse it would be to sit here, not knowing. Until the Dead choke the Ratterlin and Hedge walks across the dry bed of the river to batter down the door.
Be assured that any hurt to your spirit will pass in time. It is the nature of Death to take, but the nature of Life to give.
Some were Charter Mages, and there would not be time to argue rights and wrongs, so any aggressive magic he used would be countered or negated by these others, as was the nature of Charter Magic.
So I'll do that, and I'll do my best and if my best isn't good enough, at least I will have done everything I could, everything that is in me. I don't have to try to be someone else, someone I could n...
Keys to the Kingdom Mister Monday Garth Nix BOOK ONE
Every Clayr is given the gift to See some portent of her death, though not the death itself, for no human could bear that weight. Almost twenty years ago I Saw myself and your little dog, and in time...
Coils within coils, murmured the cat. Fleas upon fleas, idiots begetting idiots— What? Mmm, just thinking, whispered Mogget. You should try it sometimes.
Bee stings are very educational
Who can I trust? Arthur blurted out. Those who wish you well, said the Old One. Not those who wish to use you well. Be a player, not a pawn