You can't write good characters if you can't imagine what it's like being in another person's skin. And if you can imagine that, you naturally want other people's lives to be better. You want to make that happen.

I’d heard you were dead.” "I heard you wear a red lace corset,” I said matter-of-factly. “But I don’t believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.

I think one of the biggest mistakes you can make as a writer is to follow your initial [writing] plan too stringently. A story needs room to grow and evolve.

I have no balance. My life is a hot mess.

Do you just want to get by? Or do you want to make me proud?

Speculative fiction is where my heart lies. It's what I read growing up, and it's what I read as an adult.

Old Cob tucked away his bowl of stew with the predatory efficency of a lifetime bachelor.