You’re unique—truly unique. You have hair—and it’s two colors. Your skin sags, and has all those great creases, like a beloved knapsack that has been taken everywhere and shows evidence of every mile....
You’ve grown a beard, I see.You just noticed?I noticed before, been kinda busy until now.I can’t really shave, can I? It wasn’t a problem while I was in Gutaria, but now—does it look all right?You hav...
[Lying is] a betrayal to one's self. It's evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are......
Church people had a strange way about them. They smiled too much, were quick to compliment and support, but behind the stretched lips and soft words was a judgment. No one was ever good enough—at leas...
From arrogance came apathy, from apathy came ignorance, from ignorance came hatred, and from hatred, well…nothing good ever came from hatred.
He found his books pitted as the only independent in major competitions such as the 2010 Goodreads Choice Award Nominee for Fantasy and the 2009 Book Spot Central’s Fantasy Tournament
He locked the door and waited for you two to find the body. Esrahaddon paused. That cannot be right you—two—to? He rolled his eyes and shook his head. If this hast been done to language, I fear to kno...
If you can’t trust an ancient talking tree, what was the point of having one?
Lying was a betrayal to one’s self. It’s evidence of self-loathing. When you are so ashamed of your actions, thoughts, or intentions, you lie rather than accepting yourself for who you really are—or,...
No one would ever demand compensation to keep people alive. You make us sound like monsters, as if people wouldn’t help others unless they got something out of it.
To learn…to teach yourself…that’s part of what it takes to be an Artist. It’s the most important part. Some never learn that. They can only repeat what they’ve been taught, but that’s not true art. Ar...
We’d get out of it. She stared at the huge bell for a moment and then added, I hate the sound of that bell. A gusty breeze rustled the leaves and threw a lock of hair in her face. She brushed it back...
You can’t have an adversary without being one.
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