Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

The frightened walk away when love is difficult. I know that now. You have to be willing to give everything away. You have to be willing to end up with nothing. Only then will your heart be whole.

She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.

I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?

I've been a screenwriter for twenty-five years. Every one of my books have been optioned for movies and I have written a few of those screenplays.