What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?

I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.

For a writer, and particularly a writer of my genre, which is the fantastical, I think that it's to my advantage to feel remote from and disconnected from the world of deal making.