Good night, Seth." "So you're running again, then?" One of his boots thudded on the floor. "I'm not running." The other boot hit the floor. "Really?" "Really. It's justโ" She stopped; she didn't have anything that would finish that sentence and be honest. "Maybe you should slow down, so I can catch you." He paused, waiting.
Melissa MarrOver a four-month period, I sat down and wrote every day. And then there was a novel, and all of a sudden, there were agents and offers.
Melissa Marr