Can I help you? said the footman. Richard had been told to fuck off and die with more warmth and good humor.
But she knew also that it would not be wise to begin her life with Tristan by arguing with his mother.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watch...
Biggest case we've had here in five years was when Dan Schwartz got drunk and shot up his own trailer, then he went on the run, down Main Street, in his wheelchair, waving this darn shotgun, shouting...
Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love so...
Being dead is probably just like everything else in life: you pick some of it up as you go along, and you just make up the rest.
Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're going to muck about here.''So you used to know everything?'She wrinkled her nose. 'Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing s...
Anything electronic seemed fundamentally magical to Shadow, and liable to evaporate at any moment.
And then it crumbled in his hand. It was just dust... Sand... A glittering, multicolored sand that fell away into the chilly wind at the end of the world.
And just when you'd think they were more malignant than ever Hell could be, they could occasionally show more grace than Heaven ever dreamed of. Often the same individual was involved. It was this fre...
And if you are waiting for a new book in a long ongoing series, whether from George or from Pat Rothfuss or from someone else...
And all the time we spent in this place would fade and vanish, like a dawn dream on waking that colours the day but cannot be touched or remembered.
Amondó vagyok, egy város nem is város könyvesbolt nélkül. Lehet, hogy városnak hívja magát, de ha nincsen könyvesboltja, senkit nem tud átverni.
Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons...
A voice from the creature, smooth as buttered oil. He-llo, is said. Ding-dong. You look remarkably like dinner.I'm Charlie Nancy, said Charlie Nancy. Who are you?I am Dragon, said the dragon. And I sh...
A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them,...
. . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
And I thought, eight years ago, when I began carefully charting the progress of American Gods, nervously dipping my toes into the waters of blogging, would I have imagined a future in which, instead o...
That was okay. Nice food. And no one was trying to kill us. I’m sure that will remedy itself as the day goes on, said Hunter, accurately.