And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.
Who is this woman? Hair like fire, Wise eyes like owl eyes, Strong hands like a warrior's.
"Who is this woman? Hair like fire Wise eyes like owl eyes Strong hands like a warrior's [...]"
My advice to aspiring writers of fantasy trilogies or series is that each book needs two main plots. There's the 'big story', the over-arching grand plot of the entire series, and there is the complete-in-itself, one-book plot.
He used to say, God is everywhere. In the work of your hands; in the beating of a bird's wings; in the roots of an oak and in the stones of the riverbed. In the rising of the sun. In the heart of a man. In the wonders we know, and those that are beyond our knowing.
Hope fought hard to stay alive. Even when you thought it was beaten to nothing, burned to ashes, drowned deep, still it flickered away, waiting to be found again.
