Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.