He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

We'de have to get in and get out the hard way; and if we made a mistake, there was no telling what sort of curse we'de unleash: monster guardians, plagues, fires, exploding donkeys(don't laugh; they're bad news).

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to "'clean'" it, and suddenly you can't find anything?

Thanks for everything.” “As you wish,” the captain said. If axes could frown, I’m sure he would have. “Stay sharp,” Carter told him.

It's not easy. I got lots of rejections when I first started out. If you want to write, you have to believe in yourself and not give up. You have to do your best to practice and get better.

It was beautiful in a harsh I'm-going-to-gut-you-like-a-fish kind of way.

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.