You won’t find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn

Anyone who isn’t scared of you is insane.

Greydor will eat us!

The self-addressed stamped envelope. The representation of everything that was wrong with the old publishing industry.

Get done with the damn sibling rivalry and let’s get back with the task at hand here so we can figure out what we’re going to do.

I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition...

Nowadays, the Internet decides if you’re good, not the big man in the big office. No matter how important that man thinks he is, everyone else knows that he’s not important anymore, and the Internet...

Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don’t you?

If there’s something I’m not good at, it’s usually because I just organically despise it. I can’t help that. I’m fabulous at too many other things to waste my time faking it.

Something I never want to see again.

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.

a purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

At the end of the day, I just want to sit with someone I love and chat about what matters and even what doesn’t.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

She had words in her heart which she released thru her fingertips.

I went to a foot specialist recently and she said:”You’ve broken a bone, it’s healed funny.””What can you do?””Not much.”She strapped me up though and that’s the reason my foot is hurting, because the strapping...

It was the freedom to experiment that made this experiment called Freedom possible.

Some people are just sad when there aren’t talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter

…I tried to pretend that what we were enacting was nothing more than an intricate kind of handshake.” ~Malcolm

Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled.Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.

It should be said that my parents had married for love. The affection and devotion they had shared was the rarest of indulgences, perhaps especially in those days. For them, it had been love at...

Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb

We’re fragile things, Harb. It doesn’t look like it but we are. We’re here one minute, and just like that, we’re gone. The Peacemakers (The Nemesis Engines)