“Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison.”

“But time has a way of stealthily deciding a persons mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice.”

“Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much."She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm.....Then went a few dozen feet in si...”

“The books were legends and tales, stories from all over the Realm. These she had devoured voraciously so voraciously, in fact, that she started to become fatigued by them. It was possible to have ...”

“We may seem the weakest and most insignificant of all the Realms, but our strength comes in other ways. We have what no other race has: imagination. Any one of us, even the lowliest, can create wor...”

“Then a person has only one tale?No, some have two or three separate ones or more, Fleet said. Some people have many tales. Sometimes they are linked into one big tale, sometimes they are utterly di...”

“There are many different stories to tell. It's never the same. Every day weather blows in and out, alters the surface. Sometimes it is stripped down to a single essential truth, the thing that is a...”

“I'm skimming across the surface of my own history, moving fast, riding the melt beneath the blades, doing loops and spins, and when I take a high leap into the dark and come down thirty years later...”

“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.All of them?Sure, he says. Think about it. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, cap...”

“Beware of him that telleth tales.”

“A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour.”

“Tush! These are trifles and mere old wives' tales.”