Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

The mighty hunter," I quipped as we snuck out the backdoor, escaping into the yard. "He can take down vicious rabids and rampaging boars, but one old lady can make him flee in terror.""One scary old lady," he corrected me, looking relieved to be out of the house. "You didn't hear what she told me when I got up - you're so cute I could put you in a pie. Tell me that's not the creepiest thing you've ever heard." His voice climbed a few octaves, turning shrill and breathy. "Today for dessert, we have apple pie, blueberry pie and Ezekiel pie.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

I get up, get coffee, and go into my home office. I check email and Twitter before I start work, but I have to try not to get too distracted.

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.

Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.