In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

Have you ever tried?" "No." Then don't tell me I can't.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.

Love can give a person strength to break through glamours and magicks.

I want to say that I really appreciate that readers are willing to work with my tendency to write in several different genres and for different age groups.