the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.