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

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.

Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.

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's not the physical scars that are the most painful.