Tomorrow," Minho added. "Somehow, some way.

Quit voting me down before you even think about what I'm saying.

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

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

Rose took my nose, I suppose,” he repeated; the bubble of phlegm in his throat made a disgusting crackle. “And it really blows.

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.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?