The world needs more love at first sight.
Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.
I have a certain avoidance of reality that makes fantasy an ideal choice for me.
I tried to picture her in a class, any class, anywhere on campus, and failed miserably. I pictured her frolicking in a forest glade around some guy she’d just sacrificed to a heathen god. That image worked way better.
My most memorable adventure was investigating the chalk cliffs in Yorkshire. While clambering over kelp-covered boulders half-covered by the sea, I fell and smashed my tail bone on one of them.
I’m fascinated about how past events shape our perception of current events and how they make us the people we are.
One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing. I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite number and depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day.
I grew up with boys of all kinds – I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.
There are moments that you’ll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you’ll remember for the rest of your life, and it’s not often they turn out to be the same moment.
I don’t care for werewolves. They’re all right, I guess, if you go for the shedding, savaging the country-side thing. But they’re not very scary nor very sexy and so what’s the point?
I’m quite happy for that smile, because Dad told me once you should be grateful for the gifts that are the rarest.
Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.
I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.
Imagine my delight and awe when I discovered such a thing was a real genre – contemporary fantasy or urban fantasy. It was like having my birthday twice in one week and cookie dough for breakfast.
I’ve always loved reading fantasy. I used to pick out all the books in the library that had the little unicorn sticker on the side to show that they were fantasy.
Who need to read about real life when there’s dragons. Come on!
Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.
I like to hear from my readers, and I like to feel like I’m part of a bigger community of readers and writers.
Listen to you sounding all badass. I bet you’re just listening to a CD called ‘The Sounds of Crime’ while you cruise for chicks outside the Old Navy in your Camaro.
Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she’d never met him.