Over 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.

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

You're an idiot," she whispered tearfully. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her; by then, she had moved on to stroking his hair and crying. She sat beside him on the edge of the bed, trying very hard not to bump him or let her cold tears fall on his bare chest and arms. For a moment he blinked at her. Then he asked, "Are you dead too?

You cannot force me to make my wishes now" She squared her shoulders and looked at him. "I've read texts.

Discord says it's a good idea. That's comforting.

You need to face what you're running from

He looked good, like sin in a suit.