I sent a lot of publishing ideas to my publisher, about 30 of them. Each time except 3, i got a "rejection letter". This is basically what a rejection letter is like: Hello Pathetic Moron, We read your book. It sucked. Don't send us another one. If you do, we will run over your grandmother with a bus. Don't Do It. From, Your Publisher

Too bad we don't have a flashlight." "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho replied.

It was her. It was Teresa.

Can’t take a chance that one day, in one spot, somewhere, an exit might appear. We can’t give up. Ever.

Down the road a bit, I would like to write a couple of stand-alone adult novels, especially in the horror genre. I've got lots of things up my sleeve.

Everything is going to change.

Such a display of death - how could it be considered a victory?