I like to think of myself as a storyteller.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

Nothing new ever happens in the books. It's the same old theme.

Say it, reader. Say the word 'quest' out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn't it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.

Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.

To me the book is like having a kid. I have to let it go out in the world, and great things will happen. Maybe they won't, but it has to keep on moving.