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

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

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

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them.

Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.

It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.