I Do Indeed Write On The Road.

Dolls Are Like Small Dead People.

I Generally Write A First Draft That's Pretty Lean. Just Get The Story Down.

...she'd Gone Past Interest, Swung Into Attraction, Burst Through Lust, Tripped Over Affection, And Was Now Skidding Out Of Control Into Love.

Evil Cannot And Will Not Be Vanquished By Evil. Dark Will Only Swallow Dark And Deepen. The Good And The Light Are The Keenest Weapons.

Justin Turned To Give Her One Of His Cool, Unsmiling Looks. Butterflies Fluttered In Her Throat. She'd Be Very Careful, Serena Decided, As If She Were Walking Through A Minefield. "what Are You Thinking?" "about Bombs," She Answered Blandly, "deadly Camoflaged Bombs." She Gave Him A Quick,innocent Grin. "are We Going To Eat Soon? I'm Starving.