Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are

Still, she knows one thing for certain: never judge a relationship unless you are the one wrapped up in its arms.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing