There Is No Cash In Battling Evil:

He Loved Her Beyond All Reason And Didn't Expect Her To Love Him Back. He Was Just Waiting For Her To Wise Up.

When I Put Magic Into A Book - Whether It's A Wizard Or A Crusty Old Werewolf - I'm Asking A Reader To Swallow A Huge Leap That Is Counter To Everything He Or She Knows. An Extra Big Helping Of Reality Makes That Leap Go Down A Lot Easier.

Taking Out Werewolves, I Gather And Surmise, Is Akin To Taking Out A Seal Team.

There Is No Cash In Battling Evil: Just The Opposite In My Experience

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.