Thomas hated the people who'd taken this poor, innocent kid form his family. He hated them with a passion he didn't know a human could feel. He wanted them dead, tortured, even. He wanted Chuck to be happy. But happiness had been ripped form their lives. Love had been ripped from their lives.

It was her. It was Teresa.

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

He turned to look just in time to see the rain start falling out as if the storm had finally decided to weep with shame for what it had done to them.

I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters

Sometimes what works in a book is too "in your face" when converted to the big screen and sound.

When I'm feeling a little empty in the head, I like to go see movies or read to loosen things up there.