Occupation: Writer Birth: November 18, 1981
There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on….
Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead ….
I've always loved reading fantasy. I used to pick out all the books in the library that had the little unicorn sticker on the side to show that they ….
So here's my theory, and this is such crap science, I don't have to tell you. It's science without microscopes, blood tests, or reality..
Joseph Beringer...dances around behind me singing some poorly rhymed and slightly dirty song about my [racing] odds at my skirts. 'I don't even wear ….
I'm fascinated about how past events shape our perception of current events and how they make us the people we are..
You made this?' Finn looks at me. 'No, Saint Anthony brought it to me in the night. He was very put out I didn't give it to you right then..
I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the m….
My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy..
He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand..
Don't give me that look. I'm not trying to find out who you are. I don't care who you are. I just want to know why it is you are the way you are..
Sea does the sweep of his eyes that he does, the one that goes from my head to my toes and back again and makes me feel that he's scanning the depths….
names are a way to keep people in your mind.
My friend is having his period," I told the pizza guy, and handed him his tip. "He needs Britney and extra cheese to get him through it. I'm trying t….
It occurred to me that there was a story behind the scar -- maybe not as dramatic as the story of my wrists, but a story nonetheless -- and the fact ….
There was something striking about her posture; something about the tilt to her head. She was like a beautiful and lonely piece of art, lovely but un….
Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted..
She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big th….
He was jingling his keys in the pocket of his coat -- one of those barn coats described as rugged and classic and four hundred dollar that were usual….
There are too many people on horseback today trying to prove themselves, trying to prepare, trying to get faster. They haven't discovered yet that it….
I want you." Feeling the grip of his hand in mine, the brush of skin on mine, seeing the way he moved in front of me, equal parts human and wolf, and….