That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.

People who read my books have an open mind when it comes to new, bizarre, interesting and exciting ideas.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.

If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

I'll tell you what love is" I said, "It is blind devotion, unquestioning self humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your heart and soul to the smiter.

I wished I could share my own optimism.