The Sky Is Already Purple;

Only Her Death Could Prove Her Innocence; A Circle Of Impossible, Deathly Judgement.

I Never Plot Out My Novels In Terms Of The Tone Of The Book. Hopefully, Once A Story Is Begun It Reveals Itself

My Sorrow Is I Used To Read All The Time And Now, As A Writer, I Don't Have The Time To Read.

Perhaps It Is Possible To Discover More In Silence Than In Speech. Or Perhaps It Is Only That Those Who Are Silent Among Us Learn To Listen.

The Voice That Arises Out Of The Silence Is Something No One Can Imagine Until It Is Heard. It Roars When It Speaks, It Lies To You And Convinces You, It Steals From You And Leaves You Without A Single Word Of Comfort.