I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

Sometimes, I get ideas from dreams. Often, my stories are based on adventures that I, or my friends, have actually lived.

A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you'll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it's two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.

I love book signings: kids waiting in line for you to scribble on their new books, haha!

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.