I am thrilled when I read about fans using my stories as springboards to read about either the historical characters or the myths and legends in the books.
We do not always get what we want. Sometimes life presents us with surprises.
There was no honor in war, less in killing, and none in dying. But there was true dignity in how men comported themselves in battle. And there was always honor to be found in standing for a just cause and defending the defenseless.
Most writers, I’m afraid, live very boring lives sitting in front of a screen. However, having said that: every writer puts a bit of themselves into the characters to bring them alive.
You might argue that the history of contemporary art is a series of avant-garde movements, each new wave outraging the last.
The idea of selling a Cezanne to buy a Morisot seems explosively contentious.
Artists want to sell their work, sure. But they aren’t out there asking questions about what people want and what they don’t want, now are they?
But magic is really only the utilization of the entire spectrum of the senses.
The SUV was the only car moving. Josh had his foot pressed flat to the floor, and the needle on the speedometer hovered close to eighty. He was becoming more comfortable with the controls – he hadn’t hit anything for at least a minute.
The most reward experience is having another writer come up to you and say that they started writing because they read my books. That is how writing as a profession continues: readers becomes writers who inspire new readers.
You are not living, you are surviving.
Good or bad is a matter of perspective. I met an immortal hunami once, a man called William Shakespeare, who wrote that there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Research is always the best part. As we dug deeper into the history and mythology behind each of the hallows, we discovered more and more stories – some of them deserving of novels in themselves.
I have been very lucky: my writing has taken me across the world, and I have seen some extraordinary sites and sights.
Water is the life-giver and the death-bringer.
The fifth force was the magic of Time, the greatest of all the magics.
Here words can kill – literally.
Being immortal must have a lot of attractions. You can travel all over the world, see everything, do everything. But what happens if you are immortal and your friends and family are not? You are then destined to watch them age and die.
A boy and a girl, dressed in the T-shirts and denim that are the shabby uniform of this age.
I’m always writing – its what I like to do. But when I’m not writing, I’m reading.