Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

I just love historical fiction.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.