Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

Stone walls confine a tinker; cold iron binds a witch; but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings.

Music’s the soundtrack of my life and has been since I was a teenager. There’s always music. If I’m not playing it, I’m listening to it. With my writing…sometimes it inspires a story, sometimes it highlights something I’m working on, sometimes it simply helps me stay in the narrative mood.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.

Stone walls do not a prison make/ Nor iron bars a cage;/ Minds innocent and quiet take/ That for an hermitage.