Do you know why happily ever after is a lie?” Snow asked. “Because life is change.
A hundred feet underground, in a fake field beneath a fake sky, with an ogre slaughtered like no more than a rat to a cat, and he sends us to search for the unusual.
Instead of Debbie Does Dallas, we get Gandalf Guts Goblins.
Bullying is not okay. Period.
Freedom of religion does not give you the right to physically or verbally assault people.
If we ruled the world, I guarantee you they never would have cancelled Firefly.
An editor named Kerrie Hughes wanted me to write a short story that brought my fire-spider Smudge from my goblin books into the present-day world. I came up with libriomancy as a way to make that happen.
A zombie amusement park sounds like fun, but the health code violations alone are enough to turn your stomach.
Ive tried to write deep and serious. I spent years working to write a story that would make my writing group cry.
I have a day job, which means my family isnt dependent on the writing income. So if I have an idea I like, I write it.
I read more books for research purposes, whether its a fictionalized biography of Johannes Gutenberg or a stack of urban fantasies.
The more we narrow the definition of beauty, the more beauty we shut out of our lives.
Like any child raised on tales of magical worlds beyond paintings and mirrors and wardrobes, I had yearned to enter Middle Earth, to reach through.
New rule: every fantasy author who doesn’t treat horses like tireless hairy motorcycles automatically gets a Hugo.
Any factual errors that remain are entirely the fault of Bob, who snuck into the offices at DAW to try to sabotage my book. I hate that guy.
Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.
Look at the shiny magic thing trying to kill us, isn’t it awesome?
There was magic, and there was magic. Thanks to Gutenberg, I could no longer pull wands, potions, and light sabers out of books, but when it came to research, give me a well-stocked library and I was a goddamned Merlin.
He had also jinxed my telescope so that every time I looked at Mars, Marvin the Martian popped up and threatened to destroy the Earth with an explosive space-modulator.
Some people would say it’s a bad idea to bring a fire-spider into a public library. Those people would probably be right, but it was better than leaving him alone in the house for nine hours straight. The one time I tried, Smudge had expressed his displeasure by burning through the screen that covered his tank, burrowing into my laundry basket, and setting two weeks’ worth of clothes ablaze.