But it isn’t a rough draft either. The one I turned in several months ago was rough. There were some bad plot holes, some logical inconsistencies, pacing problems, and not nearly enough lesbian unicorns.

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

I need you to breathe for me.

It gets tiresome being spoken to as if you are a child, even if you happen to be one.

I can't give you the moon,” the tinker said. “She doesn't belong to me. She belongs only to herself.

I don't think people need to know much about me to understand the book, or to enjoy it. The book stands by itself. Over the last several years, my life has been all about writing these books, but the books aren't about my life.

If I talk about what I'm good at, I seem like I'm a conceited egomaniac.