...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.

I play to win and if it looks like I've lost, its only because its not over yet.

She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.

At a hundred and twenty five miles per hour, with the wind rushing in his face, darkness around him, he is alone in the universe, but then, Zeb has been alone all his life.

We are going to hell together. But we're coming back alive. Don't forget that.

The dragon took his other arm. But he is still a dragonslayer, no matter what.