I Hate You!” I Screamed At Fang.

Noooo!" On The Screen, A Woman's Eyes Bugged Almost Out Of Her Head, And I Tried Not To Scream. Tried Not To Scream In Exasperation, I Mean. The Serial Killer Was Right In Front Of Her, Wide Open! Clearly, Instead Of Weeping Like A Moron, She Could Be Lunging Forward And Administering A Swift Uppercut To The Chin. Then This Entire Pointless Ordeal Would Be Over With, And I Could Go Home.

The Best Way To Get Kids Reading More Is To Give Them Books That They'll Gobble Up - And That Will Make Them Ask For Another.

I Have A Number Of Writers I Work With Regularly. I Write An Outline For A Book. The Outlines Are Very Specific About What Each Scene Is Supposed To Accomplish.

You Love Me This Much.

I Hate You!” I Screamed At Fang. Tucking My Wings In, I Aimed Downward, Diving Toward The Ground At More Than Two Hundred Miles An Hour. “no You Dooonnn’t!” Fang’s Voice Spiraled Away Into Nothingness, Far Above Me. Inside My Head, Almost Drowned Out By The Roar Of Wind Rushing By My Ears, I Heard The Voice Make A Tsking Sound. You Guys Are Crazy About Each Other, It Said.