Never steal another reporter's story; never take the last of another reporter's ammo; never mess with another reporter's computer. Those are the rules, unless you work for a tabloid, where they replace "never" with "always".

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

Blood is thicker than water, but family isn’t just about blood. Family is about faith, and loyalty, and who you love. If you don’t have those things, I don’t care what the blood says. You’re not family.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

My name is October Christine Daye; I live in a city by the sea where the fog paints the early morning, parking is more precious than gold, and Kelpies wait for the unwary on street corners. Neither of the worlds I live in is quite mine, but no one can take them away from me. I did what had to be done, and I think I may finally be starting to understand what's important. It's all about finding the way home, wherever that is. I plan on finding out. I have time.

At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.

Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.