At least I thought it was a wall. It sure felt like one. It was hard. It was flat. It stretched out on either side of me. You know... wall.

Next time you wish to feed me poison, warn me first," Loor demanded. (The Merchant of Death)

What exactly is a french before it's fried?

And so we go.' It's my way of saying that I'm prepared for the next adventure. The next chapter. The next challenge. Whatever comes my way, I'm ready for it. Because that truly is the way it was meant to be.

Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me!

Perhaps you should bite me", Bobby Pendragon.

To write, you need to find what you love.