I was someone who really loved fantasy novels and science fiction novels.

Image of a girl holding a blaster to a twin’s temple. “Remember, bi***. You can’t spell ‘danger’ without DNA.” Blam.

The natural world is so adaptable...So adaptable you wonder what's natural.

I do not know what I regret. I sit with my pen, and cannot find an end to that sentence.

Teens are not like the weird, dumb dwarves you have around your house. They are actually you when you were younger.

Perhaps his gloom was due to his profession, that he lived among fallen empires, and in reading these languages that had not been spoken by the common man in centuries, he had all about him the ruin of language, evidence of toppled suburbs, grass growing among the mosaics, and voices that had been choked with poison, iron, age, or ash.

A lot of the drive to make narratives came from having to play by myself as a 5- or 6-year-old in the woods.