Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.

Who would have ever thought I'd be afraid of a zombie, any kind of zombie? Nicely ironic that.

He made a small sigh, as he swallowed the first blood, then his mouth closed over my earlobe, mouth working at the wound, tongue coaxing blood from the wound. He pressed his body the length of mine, one hand cupping my turned head, the other playing down the line of my body. Maybe it was just blood, but I never stroked my steak while eating it.

They say not to look back, but if you’re not sure what lies ahead, what else is there but looking back?

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.