People go away and they don't come back.

One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.

I cannot do it. I cannot bear it. I cannot go back to what I was here. I cannot stand at her side and watch another take her. I am not that strong or that good.

I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Just what I needed—a necromancer with an attitude. Oh, wait, I was a necromancer with an attitude.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both