I've Seen Steelheart Bleed

By Now, It Is Probably Very Late At Night, And You Have Stayed Up To Read This Book When You Should Have Gone To Sleep. If This Is The Case, Then I Commend You For Falling Into My Trap. It Is A Writer's Greatest Pleasure To Hear That Someone Was Kept Up Until The Unholy Hours Of The Morning Reading One Of His Books. It Goes Back To Authors Being Terrible People Who Delight In The Suffering Of Others. Plus, We Get A Kickback From The Caffeine Industry.

If You Don't Believe What I'm Telling You, Then Ask Yourself This: Would Any Decent, Kind-hearted Individual Become A Writer? Of Course Not.

You Could Be Writing The Book That Changes Your Life.

Spook Smiled. "elend Is A Forgetful Scholar - Twice As Bad As Sazed Ever Was. He Gets Lost In His Books And Forgets About Meeting He Himself Called. He Only Dresses With Any Sense Of Fashion Because A Terriswoman Bought Him A New Wardrobe. War Has Change Him Some, But On The Inside, I Think He's Still Just A Dreamer Caught In A World With Too Much Violence.

Raoden Turned To Regard The Large Dula. "what Does It Matter? It's Not Like We Have Anything Pressing To Do. It's Actually Quite Pleasant Up Here—you Should Just Sit Back And Enjoy It." An Ominous Crash Came From The Clouds Above Them, And Raoden Felt A Wet Drop Splat Against His Head. "fantastic," Galladon Grumbled. "i'm Enjoying Myself Already.