It’s the witching hour once more-When the Muse comes out to play.He calls me through that magic door-Where galaxies of worlds await!

Why do I love writing YA? Because I get a chance to re-live my youth knowing all I know now…

I don’t want to die without telling you that I love you,” Everett’s voice was a faint, wavering whisper, and his lips swollen and bloodied. “I always have.