I started off like everyone else does, slogging but having a compulsion to put words on paper. I didn't write or read horror or fantasy, other than children's fantasy, until I was in my teens

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.

If I was truly as brave as I thought I was, I'd have let him go. But I loved him, and I wasn't that brave.

Is it better to outmonster the monsters or to be quietly devoured?

Hatred makes us all ugly.

I told her why we are here. I told you wouldn't hurt Jack." "The coffin?" I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a 'jack in a box.

some choices you make with your heart some with your head but when in doubt choose head over heart.... it will keep you alive. -merry gentry