I'm inspired by almost everything I come across in life, and one way or another they find themselves sneaking into my stories.

But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.

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

I do love ponies. Wish I could eat one right now.

A roar cut through the melee: a booming growl, a noise that might come out of a she-bear protecting a cub. It was Alec- and suddenly bodies were flying everywhere.

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

Rose took my nose, I suppose