When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.

The only reason I left was to protect you.

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

You stupid jackass," Ian said. "Who's got the crush on a worm, bro? You gonna call me stupid?

This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

All I can guess is that when I write, I forget that it's not real. I'm living the story, and I think people can read that sincerity about the characters. They are real to me while I'm writing them, and I think that makes them real to the readers as well.