We live, we die. Somewhere along the way, if we're lucky, we may find someone to help lighten the load.

Here she was, a women who could bolt-load a crossbow in under a second, put half a dozen long arrows in the air in fewer than five, blade a target dead through the sweet spot at six meters, on the run, on an off day; and yet knitting a pair of baby booties seemed completely beyond her power.

I have any number of completely dark obsessions and fascinations, and none of this was present in my profile or my growing profile as a writer.

The sadness you feel is not your own. It's his sadness you feel in your heart, Amy, for missing you.

I was very much a child of the Cold War.

You learn to write by reading, and my experiences and tastes as a reader are pretty wide.

Every book has got its challenges. You run into a plot point that you can't figure out, or a scene that you struggle to write and have to write 50 times.