With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.

Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.

Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.

A bruxis. That was the one wish more powerful than a gavriel, and its trade value was singular: The only way to purchase one was with one’s own teeth. All of them, self-extracted.

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books.

Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!