A time when it is far too early to arise, but so late that going to bed makes small sense.

I was dressed up as a witch for Halloween, and wanted to write a story about my black cat before I went out trick-or-treating. I think it went out with the trash the next day.

Wolves have no kings.

It's too late to apologize for. I have already forgiven you.

That is the challenge Companion. To take what has happened to you and learn from it. Nothing is quite so destructive as pity, especially self-pity. No event in life is so terrible that one cannot rise above it.

Everybody has felt at one time or another that everyone else in the world had a better shot than they did, so when you engage that, you engage the reader, and I think you create a character that brings the reader more fully into the story.

When both my editors say 'This is really bad, you need to change this,' I ignore that at my peril.