My Home Is Not A Place, It

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

On The Sixth Day God Saw He Couldn't Do It All, So He Created Engineers

There Was No Limit To What One Man Might Do, If He Gave All, And Held Back Nothing.

No Battle Plan Survives First Contact With The Enemy. Not When The Enemy Is Me.

I've Always Tried To Write The Kind Of Book I Most Loved To Read: Character-centered Adventure.