It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—" "Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.

All writers are crazy. So never mind what the editors and your family and your critique group tells you. Submit your manuscripts and keep submitting until you get an offer. Then you can be crazy, with a paycheck.

Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?" "Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth." "Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

I could have gone to medical school, I said. Except for all the math and stuff.

It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.