I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

Well now, Jack," Hastings said from the sidelines. "I'm afraid you've been beheaded. Not a good start." He sounded amused.

I'd rather have a go at life, so there's something to talk about once we're gone.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead. "Don't you die. don't you dare. I forbid it." As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

But maybe it's better to go after something, and not get it, than to not even try.

He's not lazy. He's just highly inefficient.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.