Silk didn't care if it slid over scars or smooth, untouched skin. I'd earned my right to be paranoid.

If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die.

Like most creative people I don't fit well into boxes.

I never said I was consistent.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Perfection is an unattainable goal. It isn't going to be perfect. Just get words down on paper, and when you stumble to what you think is the end of the book, you will have hundreds of pages of words that came out of your head. It may not be perfect, but it looks like a book.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.