The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft and quiet.

I cannot let a place that is so important to so many people fade away. Something that is wonder and comfort and mystery all together that they have nowhere else. If you had that, wouldn't you want to keep it?

I don't always write in order, so composing multi-book stories could get complicated.

Unusual yet beautiful. Provocative while remaining elegant.

I have you here, all around me. I sit in the Ice Garden to get a hint of this, this way that you make me feel. I felt it even before I knew who you were, and every time I think it could not possibly get any stronger, it does.

It’s said that All Hallows’ Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.