When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Yeah? Okay," she said, staring up into the stars. "Let's see. You know how, at the end of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet wakes up in the crypt and Romeo's already dead? He thought she was dead so he killed himself right next to her?" "Yeah. That was awesome." A pause, followed by "Ow," suggested elbow punctuation on the part of Mik. Karou ignored it. "Well, imagine if she woke up and he was still alive, but..." She swallowed, waiting out a tremor in her voice. "But he had killed her whole family. And burned her city. And killed and enslaved her people.

Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.)

It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?