I Think Everything We Do, On One

My First Seven Novels Were Contemporary Spiritual Novels, My Next Nine Had Strong Elements Of Fantasy, And Now I'm Writing Thrillers, More As A Choice To Spread My Wings Than Anything. Writers, Like Good Wine, Should Mature With Age.

I Always Managed To Get In Trouble, Like Every Kid. But I Had To Learn A Lot Of Hard Lessons On My Own, Without Parents Who Would Nurture Me And Guard Me Through That Part Of Life, At A Very Young Age.

And He Wants You To Keep That At The Front Of Your Mind? He Wants You To Stay Focused On The Darkest Seasons Of Your Life? How Could That Possibly Do Any Good?' . . . He Wants You To Remember Who Delivered You From That Time. That's The Point Of Holding On To Memory: Delivery, Not Darkness.

Who’s To Say That It Takes Something Like A Drug To Mess With Your Perception Of Reality? How Did Hitler Deceive A Nation? How Can One Group Of People Look At The World And See One Thing, And Another See Something Completely Different? One Sees A Town, Another Sees A Desert. One Sees Beauty, Another Sees Chaos.” The Skin Of This World,” He Said Quietly.

The Pain Was So Deep And So Raw. There Were Days I Would Have Died Just To Forget. The Problem Was, I Couldn't Figure Out How To Get Her Out Of My Mind. How Do You Kill That Kind Of Pain?