Imaginary Things Were Often The Only Items

All Right," Spook Said. He Reached To The Ground, Scooping Up A Pile Of Ash. "let's Just Rub This Into Your Clothing And On Your Face...." Breeze Froze. "i'll Meet You Back Ath The Lair," He Finally Said.

You Will Find That Hate Can Unify People More Quickly And More Fervently Than Devotion Ever Could.

Nothing Will Train You To Write Better As A Writer, Than Working On Your Next Book.

"each Moment You Fight Is A Gift To Those In This Cavern. Each Second We Fight Is A Second Longer That Thousands Of People Can Draw Breath. Each Stroke Of The Sword, Each Koloss Felled, Each Breath Earned Is Another Victory! It Is A Person Protected For A Moment Longer, A Life Extended, An Enemy Frustrated!" There Was A Brief Pause. "in The End They Shall Kill Us"... "but First, They Shall Fear Us!"

Novels Aren’t Just Happy Escapes; They Are Slivers Of People’s Souls, Nailed To The Pages, Dripping Ink From Veins Of Wood Pulp. Reading The Right One At The Right Time Can Make All The Difference.