During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

For me to be a billion-dollar author, I need to have people buying my books at Wal-Mart.

I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.

Self-publishing is great, but I don't want to be an icon for it, or anything else.

Who was that?” I whispered, as if the walls could hear me. They were lined with pictures, a few of which I recognized as being painted by master painters. “Rhys.” “Yeah, I know but… is he my brother?” I asked. I had already decided that he was foxy, so I really hoped that he wasn‟t.

He stepped into my room with one graceful move, as if entering through bedroom windows was nothing out of the ordinary.