Anyone Can Be Killed.

I've Always Preferred Writing About Grey Characters And Human Characters. Whether They Are Giants Or Elves Or Dwarves, Or Whatever They Are, They're Still Human, And The Human Heart Is Still In Conflict With The Self.

When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing Is Ever Certain.

The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.

I Crossed A Thousand Leagues To Come To You, And Lost The Best Part Of Me Along The Way. Don't Tell Me To Leave.

Do The Dead Frighten You?