If I were dead, I wouldn’t be sad, and I wouldn’t be glad, because I wouldn’t be.

A story has its purpose and its path. It must be told correctly for it to be understood.

One final time I told myself I wasn’t abducting my little brother.

Stories twist and turn and grow and meet and give birth to other stories. Here and there, one story touches another, and a familiar character, sometimes the hero, walks over the bridge from one story...

Eric Seven does not believe in love at first sight.He corrects himself.Even in that moment, the moment that it happens, he fees his journalist’s brain make a correction, rubbing out a long-held belief, writing a...