There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just mean you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

We were U.S. Marshals. We hunted and killed the monsters. We did not run from them

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

There are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.

It's better to be loved than feared, but if you can't be loved, then fear will do.-Dino quoting Machiavelli

Now that I'm being very successful, publishers are trying to mainstream me, but I'm unabashedly genre. It's what I like to read, what I like to write

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.