Drafting is like painting the Golden Gate Bridge.The closer you get to the end, the more you start to worry about the beginning.

On the way home, I saw a fist fight between an adverb and a pair of parentheses.I kept on walking.

I am the sum of my past experience.Some people have got a lot to answer for.

Sometimes the body gets out of bed an hour before the brain.

Raise the bar. Don’t duck under it.

Today I tried to pick up something I was standing on. It didn’t work out well.

Don’t look up at the mountain. Keep your head down, and take the next step.

Walk tall but don’t bang your head on low hanging branches.

Rachel Henson stood facing him, immaculate in her uniform and ready for duty as always. She looked as though she had spent her whole life preparing for this very moment – she always did.

From the dark forest that bordered the soft ploughed fields, came a low cry that did not belong to any animal. It was accompanied by the sound of branches bending and snapping, and the splintering...

Surviving ain’t thriving.

The Walker towered over him like a half-built skyscraper with a bad attitude. Its bulbous silver head was home to so many weapons that Nick couldn’t even count them. He couldn’t even name half of...

Of all the things I expected to find in my lunch, a live snake wasn’t one of them.