Isabel sends her brother a look that could boil him in oil if she had that particular paranormal talent. A thought hits me: maybe she has. It will be fun to find out.

This wind is mystical yet tame, and it sings to me.

Nothing will be resolved here. Nothing is ever resolved without war. It is the way of the universe.

Grief and passion make a volatile mix.

The price for Jarrod's freedom is to be my imprisonment.

I push throughthe wind to the north-facing window and stand before it. 'I will bring her back!' I shout into the darkness. I do this because I know Rhauk will be listening.

Blood trickles from my throat, on to Kate's white nightgown. She screams at the sight. 'Jarrod, you're bleeding!' 'I'm all right, don't struggle I won't let it get to you.

Not to know what happened before you were born is always to remain a child. For what is a man’s life if it is not linked with the life of future generations by memories of the past?

Darkness at Blacklands is scary.

I won't show weakness here, but, damn it, tears don't mean I'm frail and pathetic, only that I'm unhappy.

Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.

In the republic of mediocrity, genius is dangerous.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

We are what we adapt to.

Faith is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

A German team could be quite good. But maybe they are a little bit too convinced that they are the best.

I'll be 50 years old tomorrow and that means, among other things, that now Bob Dole can start telling jokes about me.

Geography is about maps, but biography is about chaps.

I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.

It's your purpose to leave the world better than how you found it.

Certainly, my friends and the common narrative is people are trying to shore up their own lives with regards to family planning and reproduction.