No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart.
I love to swim, and I love being near water.
The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?
I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people
After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?
Writing is always a process of discovery—I never know the end, or even the events on the next page, until they happen. There’s a constant interplay between the imagining and shaping of the story.