What happens to each of my female heroes, certainly, is they find something bigger than themselves that they are honored to serve. It’s not giving up your family.
Teen problem novels? I can go through them like a box of chocolates. And there are fantasy books out now that need a lot more editing. Fantasy got to be so popular that people began to think ‘We don’t need to be as diligent with the razor blade,’ but they do.
Publishers have realized that, unlike the previous time period, American teenagers are both smarter and require more topical material than they had been giving them before that. For one thing, they’ll read thicker books. Besides, has anybody looked at the news or read the newspapers recently?
If you aren’t having fun, if you aren’t anxious to find out what happens next as you write, then not only will you run out of steam on the story, but you won’t be able to entertain anyone else, either.
I’ve written short stories in first person, but you have so much more control writing in third person. Third person, you know what everybody’s thinking. First person is very limiting, and I could never sustain a first person novel before.
I love meeting fans. They’re always fun, they always have good things to say, smart questions to ask, and plenty of ideas for me to explore in the future.
Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.
Fear is a good thing. It mean you’re paying attention.
You turned into a hero when I wasn’t watching.
You get too excited over big flashes, Tunstall. Mages rely on that to make you think they have more power than you.
Folk caught up in a riot aren’t our cousins and sisters, our brothers and uncles. They are part of a big animal with many arms and claws, armed with stones and sticks.
I believe that we haven’t begun to understand the many forces that bind the physical world, any more than we understand our own minds and what they’re capable of.
Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.
So long as there are nobles and commoners, the wealthy and the poor, those with power will be heard, and those without ignored. That’s the world.
Reflect as if you have all of time, even when time is short.
Men broke into their homes, killed their families, threatened you – and you won’t let them do anything for fear you’ll be hurt. That’s selfish. How would you like it if I took your bow and said I cared too much about you to let you fight?
You’ll see. I’m as good as any boy. I’m better. – Kel.
I wish we had a sign that this flaming dragon is part of an attack or something. Those dung heaps might think it’s just one of their own monsters enjoying the sunrise.
If I have to ‘catch’ a man to get a husband, I don’t want one.
Men died as she watched, and they didn’t care about what they had fought for.