If you reach for the stars, you just might land on a decently sized hill. — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
“Charlemagne opened his mouth to protest, but immediately snapped it shut and slapped a hand over his nose, a look of disgust on his face. Primplepuss had struck again. Scrambling to his feet, Charlemagne hurried for the door and wrenched it open before glancing back at Maggie. The old man was struggling to escape from beneath the enormous cat's weight.… — Stuart Hill Copy Share
“Good, that's a job well done," Grishmak said cheerfully. "Am I the only one who's hungry?” — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
You are about to enter the realms of human beings. Be prepared for cruelty and kindness, for friendship and hatred. People are made of… — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
Madness was only a handicap only if you couldn't control its irrationalities. — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
“Aren't there going to be any refreshments?" Tharamn interrupted. "I always think better with a little snack to keep me going." "I'm with you there," said Grishmak. "Bring on the nibbles!" "There aren't any!" Cressida snapped. "This is all far too important, and besides, once you lot start easting, it'll only turn into a party." "Can't say I have a… — Stuart Hill Copy Share
“I'd never describe even myself as safe when I go into the Magical Realms; no one's safe in there, not even if they're armed and armored with every protective charm on the planet. The place has this habit of changing the rules and pulling the rug from under your feet…" "Is it carpeted, then?" asked Tharaman. "What?" "The Magical Realms,… — Stuart Hill Copy Share
If you reach for the stars, you just might land on a decently sized hill. — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
“But you are human, and just like the rest of us you have the potential to be both a devil and an angel. There's no such thing as an evil race, just a human race. --Cressida” — Stuart Hill Copy Share
Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting… — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
To a happy war!" Their laughter flowed out into the night and reached into the pass through the Dancing Maidens, where it echoed around… — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
If you dare try to leave me behind, I'll follow on foot, and when I die in the snow, Ill come back and haunt… — Stuart Hill Copy Share Image
