We Call Them Faerie. We Don't Believe

I Don't Know What's Waiting For Us When We Die--something Better, Something Worse. I Only Know I'm Not Ready To Find Out Yet.

When One Of My Characters Becomes Aware Of A Magical Element, It Might Be Because The World Is Wider Than We Assume It To Be, But It Might Also Be A Reminder To Pay Attention To What Is Here Already, Hidden Only Because It's Been Forgotten.

Not Everything Has To Mean Something. Some Things Just Are.

[she] Had Felt Straight Away That She Wasn’t Meeting A New Friend, But Recognizing An Old One.

One Cannot Seek To Uphold Honor In A Being That Has None.