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

My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.

I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.

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

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.

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

Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.