There Are Ways Of Being Abandoned Even

There Will Never Come A Time When I Will Be Able To Resist My Emotions.

Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing Through The Mind.

I Was The Sort Of Kid Who Spent A Sunday Afternoon Prying Little Trees Out Of The Foundation Of His Parents' House. I Should Have Given In To The Inevitable Truth That This Was The Sort Of Person I Would Become, In The End, But I Kept Fighting It.

What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of The Stoical Endurance Of Appalling Daily Misery.

I Always Have Some Way Of Putting The Stories Together That Works For The Book. I've Always Switched Points Of View In My Books. I'm A Gemini.