The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

I'm not a writer's writer. I'm not a craftsman. I could be, and that would be a one-book-a-year operation.

"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I did not die.

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

Have you ever been to Colorado?" I frowned. "Is that one of those square ones, in the middle?