You were the one who hit me on the roof? I hit you on the jaw. We just happened to be on a roof at the time.
Darynda JonesI may as well cut my losses and make a hasty exit while I still had enough self-esteem to walk upright. Crawling was so demoralizing
Darynda JonesThe dead guy looked at me with wide eyes. โI canโt move my legs.โ I snorted. โYou canโt move your arms either, or your feet or your freaking eyelids. Youโre dead.
Darynda JonesWriting is transcendental. It is a form of expression, a form of art that you can take anywhere. That you can do anywhere. It poses the deepest questions in the universe. It generates emotion. It elicits empathy, promotes learning, creates an intellect you simply cannot get from any other medium. For me, it is air.
Darynda Jones