The Hamster Called. He Wants His Home

I Guess I Write Four Or Five Hours A Day, But I Do It Seven Days A Week. It's Very Disciplined, Yes, But It's Joy For Me.

Call Me Crazy, But There's Just Something Cheering About Seeing Huge Raptors Tear Into Eraser Flesh.

Love Hurts." Oh, Shut Up!" - Pg 123

Because What’s Worse Than Knowing You Want Something, Besides Knowing You Can Never Have It?

Excellent. They Were Flammable.