In 2006, when I had come very close to calling my agent and telling him I needed to take a break, NaNoWriMo was where I found my inspiration again.
I prefer to write about what we refer to as 'the supernatural' versus everyday life. Humans, by themselves, bore me.
Honestly, I get character ideas from the most inane places. Sometimes a song will give me an idea. Sometimes I will just hear a snippet of conversation that ends up having nothing to do with the book that emerges.
I do not read newspaper comics unless they happen to be out when I visit my parents, but I follow several online comics, which I check every morning while I drink my coffee and wake up for the day.
I work during the days and have night classes on Wednesday and Thursday and live with my partner, who is in school during the days and works Wednesday through Saturday nights. Monday and Tuesday are therefore our nights, and we both get our work out of the way so we can actually spend time together.
If we ever have free time, my partner and I are fond of going on walks through the local state forests and parks.
One of the strangest results of having your name on a book jacket is the proliferation of people who know one narrow aspect of your life and are suddenly surprised to learn there's more.
When I was fourteen, I was one of those kids who wore all black because it matched everything. Seriously.
The truth is, I like to engage with life fully. Given an opportunity to do something I don't often get a chance to do, I feel the need to try it, even if I suspect I'll make a fool out of myself.
I have swung on a flying trapeze, explored a glacier, and been hit in the face by a shark's tail while scuba diving. I like to throw myself fully into projects and adventures, which is probably how I managed to publish a book in the first place.
Wandering around the mall and giggling at magazines doesn't interest me. I've never enjoyed shopping. I detest shoes.
Even if I earn millions, I will probably do the average things, like live in a dorm and work at McDonald's.
Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.Collection: Interesting
In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.Collection: Dance
Cold as winter, strong as stone; She faced the darkness all alone. A silver goddess; a reflection. A mirage; a recollection. No return; no turning back. The past is gone, the future, black. Serpents gather in their nest, And she stands above the rest. Shadows hunt; she hunts the shadow. The moon is risen; she stands below. She views her world through the eyes of others. Black and white; there are no colors, As she looks down upon a shattered youth. A shattered mirror shows a shattered truth.Collection: Strong
My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.Collection: Peace
The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.Collection: Moon
White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.Collection: Blue
Only in our darkest hour do we find the light. Humans are destructive by nature. The world is lacking balance. Terrors are beginning to triumph over the simple joys. Stand back and watch, because you're going to be here when we fall.Collection: Fall
We are not. We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.Collection: Void
Love is the strongest emotion any creature can feel except for hate, but hate can't hurt you. Love, and trust, and friendship, and all the other emotions humans value so much, are the only emotions that can bring pain. Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.Collection: Hurt
No one can make you a victim but yourself.Collection: Victim
A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.Collection: Lying
Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.Collection: Creativity
Your mother all but accused me of something that is, among my kind, the highest crime a man can commit. There is no trial, only punishment, because it is considered better to let an innocent man die than let a guilty one live." (Page 79.)Collection: Mother
I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.Collection: Hamburgers
The question then is, how much are you willing to give?" And I answered, "Anything." A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.Collection: Giving
But you can't kill humans It's-- Evil? The world is evil Risika. Wolves hunt the stragglers in a group of deer. Vultures devour the fallen.Hyenas destroy the weak. Humans kill that which they fear. Survive and be strong, or die, cornered by your prey, trembling because the night is dark.Collection: Strong
What one person does, several people usually consider.Collection: People
They say the first of my kind was Alasdair, a human raised by hawks. She learned the languages of birds and was gifted with their form.Collection: Bird
Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.Collection: Use
Only love can break a heart into so many pieces. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)Collection: Heart
The first time I kissed you, you had just cut off your hair with a plastic knife. You were in restraints and your lips were completely chapped and dry from the tranquilizers. The next day you tried to kill me with a torn-off piece of bedsheet. I've seen you at your worst. You hardly need to dress up for me.Collection: Cutting
Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.Collection: Dark
You have no sense of what war is like. You have no idea what it means to see those you love fall. You cannot possibly understand what it is to fight for what you believe, and how sometimes you have to fight with words and dreams after all the weapons have been put away. You serve a cold god, surviving on his power for thousands of years without ever living!Collection: Dream
I could not cry for my own brother; he would not want me to. But I found myself crying for this hated stranger and the endless slaughter that I had almost contributed to." (page 8)Collection: Brother
Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.Collection: Fate
You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?Collection: Dream
Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.Collection: Abandon
Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.Collection: Voice
I want to chase the butterflies.Collection: Butterfly
The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.Collection: Way
Insanity makes the rivers flow.Collection: Rivers
I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.Collection: Giving
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,'Aubrey. I will avenge this scar and every scar you have put into my heart. -Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)Collection: Heart
Live it well and this life can be grand.Collection: This Life
Fate has a twisted sense of humor.Collection: Fate