No, I need your daughter.” Every.
The departed exist on one plane, and the human race exists on another, and somehow – whether by freak accident, divine intervention, or psychological disorder – I exist on both. A.
And that most people would never understand the devastating need of those left behind, the need to know the truth.
Cool. I could live vicariously through a Catholic priest. A thought that rarely occurred to me, for obvious reasons. I.
I once made a pot of coffee so strong, it opened a jar for me. – T-SHIRT.
Paperbacks make the world go round. Okay, maybe only my world. Either way paperbacks rock!
Lover Awakened.
Again,” Reyes-Wan said.
If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your thing.
True heroes are never heroes for the recognition. They do what they are supposed to do, play the hand they’ve been dealt. And true heroes don’t seek out heroism. It’s thrust upon them.
Why yes, I have discovered the joy of cooking. It’s when my husband does it. – MEME.
I could try to dematerialize and find my way back, but knowing my luck, I’d end up in a terrorist training camp. Or a men’s prison. Or a feminine hygiene commercial.
You almost exploded. Which, thank goodness, you didn’t. You’d never have come out of Garrett’s carpet.
Thank the gods Ubie’d had her detailed, because blood simmering under the New Mexico sun was never a good scent choice for cars. I preferred pine. Or.
Uh-oh. Scolding time. She’d been scolding me every day for a week. At first, I could lie about my lack of sleep and she’d fall for it, but she started suspecting insomnia when I began seeing purple elephants in the air vents at the office. I knew I shouldn’t have asked her about them. I thought maybe she’d redecorated.
I think I was born making up stories in my head. I wrote my first play when I was 5. No, I couldn’t write yet. It was with a stick on a piece of paper that floated by on the wind, and it was about a girl named Cindy. The fact that it closely resembled Cinderella is pure coincidence.
There is a difference between fresh and weird. You never want to throw your reader out of the story. Keep it fresh but natural.
His hold was tight but tender, his breaths hoarse and ragged. I held his head to my chest for a long time, and I didn’t want to let go. I never wanted to let go.
And as your writing evolves, what you need and get from it evolves.
Not just power,” Garrett said, growing excited. “Unimaginable power. According to his prophecies, you will recruit a warrior, a scholar, a prophet, gatekeeper, a warden, and a couple of other figures Dr. von Holstein is still working on.