I want my chirfugging goose back!.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell..

Words were dangerous when loosed. They were more powerful than cannon and more unpredictable than storms. They could turn men’s heads inside out and ….

Tips for aspiring writers: don't be afraid of writing rubbish. It's very easy to become hypnotised by an empty page or screen. It's tempting to aband….

If you want someone to tell you what to think," the phantom answered briskly, without looking up, "you will never be short of people willing to do so….

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be..

I find it hard to believe that a lady like...’ Pertellis hesitated, and coughed. ‘There is something elevated in the female spirit that will always h….

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human..

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again..

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . ..

So this was a nest of radicals. She thought a hotbed of sedition would involve more gunpowder and secret handshakes, and less shuffling of feet and p….

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept..

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person….

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog..

My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of his nativity?’ ….

My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I….

Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy st….

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle..

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, ….

My child, you have a flawed grasp of the nature of myth-making. I am a poet and storyteller, a creator of ballads and sagas. Pray do not confuse the ….

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches..