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Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.
My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
You're here, and the only dance I want is this one.
It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.
You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.
Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.
I worked at a Books-a-Million in Louisville for several years.
How easy it is to forget grudges when someone has something you need.
There are only those you can live with, and those you can work to change.
Eventually we will all wither and die in the wasteland of logic and science.
I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them.
Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .
My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.
Touch her, and I'll freeze your testicles off and put them in a jar. Understand?
I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.
Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?
I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.
Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.
I was minding my own buisness long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits.
As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.
When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.
It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.
Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.
I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.
I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.
You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.
I was Ashallayn'darkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.
Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.
A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?
I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.
I get up, get coffee, and go into my home office. I check email and Twitter before I start work, but I have to try not to get too distracted.
My favourite character would have to be 'Ash,' because I love my brooding bad boys. But a certain snarky talking cat runs a very close second.
Overall, Id say I was an awesome bookseller, but probably not the best book shelver. I loved recommending books and helping people find books.
Overall, I'd say I was an awesome bookseller, but probably not the best book shelver. I loved recommending books and helping people find books.
I don't believe in fate," he said carefully, "but... I do believe everything happens for a reason. That there is some plan, some meaning to this darkness we live in.
I like to put my characters through a lot, so, in 'Talon,' my fans will find familiar themes of bravery and sacrifice, and what it means to be human... even if you're not human.
And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.
Some writers like to work in other places like coffee shops, but I can't - I'd end up people-watching. And if I were at a bookstore, I'd be reading. Sometimes I have some music on, but usually I like it quiet.
I love the stories of changelings and the thought that the Fey were these ancient, capricious creatures who were tricky and dangerous. I've always preferred the Brothers Grimm faery tales to the Disney fairy tales.
Jealousy isn't something we deal with well, but some of us have been around long enough to know when to let go, and what is most important. The happiness of my two best friends should be more important than some ancient feud.
Just keep writing, and try to finish that novel. Remember, all authors started exactly where you are right now; the only difference between a published author and a non-published one is that the published author never stopped writing.
Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.
I usually start with an ending, then outline high points of things that happen, and kind of make up the rest as I go along. Occasionally, the characters surprise me, and I wonder how we got here. Other times, the characters are stubborn and won't do something I want them to in the story.
This is our punishment, our Tribulation. God has abandoned this world. The faithful have already gone on to their reward, and he has left the rest of us here, at the mercy of the demons and the devils. The sins of our fathers have passed to their children, and their children's children, and it will continue to be so until this world is completely destroyed. So it doesn't matter if you believe in God or not, because He is not here.
The mighty hunter," I quipped as we snuck out the backdoor, escaping into the yard. "He can take down vicious rabids and rampaging boars, but one old lady can make him flee in terror.""One scary old lady," he corrected me, looking relieved to be out of the house. "You didn't hear what she told me when I got up - you're so cute I could put you in a pie. Tell me that's not the creepiest thing you've ever heard." His voice climbed a few octaves, turning shrill and breathy. "Today for dessert, we have apple pie, blueberry pie and Ezekiel pie.