Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain

He rose to his feet in one fluid move, the better to look down at me. “You don’t know me, princess. Some people have reasons for doing things, and don’t just go wherever they’re told or drift whichever way they’re pushed.

Good writing is good writing. In many ways, it’s the audience and their expectations that define a genre. A reader of literary fiction expects the writing to illuminate the human condition, some aspect of our world and our role in it. A reader of genre fiction likes that, too, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of the story.

She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

"Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.