Routine feeds the illusion of safety.

Charlie had Sophie strapped to his chest like a terrorist baby bomb when he came down the back steps. She had just gotten to the point where she could hold up her head, so he had strapped her in face-out so she could look around. The way her arms and legs waved around as Charlie walked, she looked as if she was skydiving and using a skinny nerd as a parachute.

Hope is merely another face of desire.

Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture.

As much as I encourage communication with my readers, I don't want reviews from them, simply because I don't need to be hamstrung in the middle of working on something.

That's the scary thing about hope," she said. "If you let it go too long it turns into faith.