I'd love to see that rat nose smashed!

He pulled the envelope out of his pocket and ripped it open, then took out the slip of paper. The soft lights that ringed the mirror lit up the message in a warm glow. It was two short sentences: " KILL ME. IF YOU'VE EVER BEEN MY FRIEND, KILL ME.

I don't think there is a right or wrong anymore. Only horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

To practice - write each and every day if possible - then try to attend professional writer's conferences where you can learn your craft, get to know fellow writers, and meet editors and agents.

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.