When Something Is Important To You, You

Who Was That?” I Whispered, As If The Walls Could Hear Me. They Were Lined With Pictures, A Few Of Which I Recognized As Being Painted By Master Painters. “rhys.” “yeah, I Know But… Is He My Brother?” I Asked. I Had Already Decided That He Was Foxy, So I Really Hoped That He Wasn‟t.

And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen That Little Melodrama Play Out Between You And That Other Tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s His Name?

Writing Has Always Felt Like A Compulsion. Even At High School There'd Be Times When People Would Ask Me If I Wanted To Go And Hang Out And I'd Sit Home And Write Instead.

For Me To Be A Billion-dollar Author, I Need To Have People Buying My Books At Wal-mart.

I'm Not All You Need, And I Don't Even Want To Be. I Just Want To Love You, For The Rest Of My Life, And As Long As You Let Me Do That, We'll Be Okay.