Words are the source of all power. And names are more than just a collection of letters.

Even the gods couldn't devise a fates so twisted.

I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought - just maybe - we were off to a good start.

I tell aspiring writers that you have to find what you must write. When you find it, you will know, because the subject matter won’t let you go. It’s not enough to write simply because you think it would be neat to be published. You have to be compelled to write. If you’re not, nothing else that you do matters.

Now i'd like to tell u i did something heroic like stand up against a raging team of fire-breathing horses with only my sword the truth is i ran.

But she wondered why beautiful things had to be wrapped up with evil history. Or was it the other way around? Maybe the evil history made it necessary to build beautiful things, to mask the darker aspects.

He just raised the dead with coke and cheeseburgers