I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

Anywhere that I can't check my email is a good place to write!

A piratical ghost story in thirteen ingenious but potentially disturbing rhyming couplets, originally conceived as a confection both to amuse and to entertain by Mr. Neil Gaiman, scrivener, and then doodled, elaborated upon, illustrated, and beaten soundly by Mr. Cris Grimly, etcher and illuminator, featuring two brave children, their diminutive but no less courageous gazelle, and a large number of extremely dangerous trolls, monsters, bugbears, creatures, and other such nastiness, many of which have perfectly disgusting eating habits and ought not, under any circumstances, to be encouraged.

Can't make an omelette without killing a few people.

Anyone who calls you "little lady" has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.

A disturbing novel about dreams and wishes, a nightmarish distaff monkey's paw of a book that it's impossible to forget. Lisa Tuttle remains our preeminent chronicler of family madness and desire.

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.