When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.

Magic is the art of thinking, not strength or language.

I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights... crackling against the night sky. To me, that's magic.

a great compliment, but I don't write books like hers.

On the beach, Roran stood alone, watching them go. Then he threw back his head and uttered a long, aching cry, and the night echoed with the sound of his loss.

Never ask an elf for help; they might decide your better off dead, eh?