Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.

The guitar," I said, "will only obey its master." "Yeah," Cole agreed, "but Grace isn't here." He grinned at me slyly.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

I've always loved reading fantasy. I used to pick out all the books in the library that had the little unicorn sticker on the side to show that they were fantasy.

He sounded absolutely miserable. “Are you ever going to speak to me?

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

Write the book you've always wanted to read, but can't find on the shelf.