Scent is often underestimated, when it can be the most evocative.
He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobel says as he leaves, but the sentiment is crushed by the clatter of the beaded curtain falling closed behind him.
I didn’t know your identity, but I had an impression of who my opponent was, being surrounded by things you made.
Before you leave, the fortune teller reminds you that the future is never set in stone.
Perhaps it is controlling the chaos within more than the chaos without.
I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.
Kelly Link is inimitable. Her stories are like nothing else, dark yet sparkling with her unique brand of fairy dust. This is the most marvelous kind of trouble to get in.
Though I have seen a great deal of the sights, traveled a number of the available paths, there are always corners that remain unexplored, doors that remain unopened.
It’s helpful for me to get ideas – the physical action of painting. Sometimes it frees up your writer brain. It’s nice for me now that the writing has become a serious career that painting can become more like a hobby.
You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul.
I think I get some of my love of adult books that can be fun from Douglas Adams.
I’m kind of big on performance in general. I like the sort of entertainment where you can go in and be fully immersed in it.
It is perhaps both a blessing and a curse that fictional worlds spring into my mind nearly fully formed and it takes quite a while to sift through everything to find the story.
It’s a wonderful sort of feeling when people want to spend more time in a world you created.
Tarot is just stories on cards.
The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.
The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.
You told me love was fickle and fleeting.
Timing is a sensitive thing.
The most difficult thing to read is time. Maybe because it changes so many things.