The Way It Always Did.

And I Have Two Eyes. I’ve Seen That Little Melodrama Play Out Between You And That Other Tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s His Name?

Writing Has Always Felt Like A Compulsion. Even At High School There'd Be Times When People Would Ask Me If I Wanted To Go And Hang Out And I'd Sit Home And Write Instead.

This Is The Way The World Ends; Not With A Bang Or A Whimper, But With Zombies Breaking Down The Back Door.

You Can't Let Doubt Or Fear Or Guilt Eat Away At You. You Are Good And You Need To Remember That Above All Else. Love Is Stronger Than Hatred, And You Are Made Of Love.

I Heard You're Campaigning On My Behalf." He Walked Over To Me. "that Wouldn't Be Because You'd Miss Me Too Much If I Were Gone,would It?" "don't Be Absurd," I Scoffed. "i Don't Condone Murder, Even For People Like You." "people Like Me,huh?" He Cocked An Eyebrow. "you Mean Devilishly Handsome, Debonair Young Men Who Come To Sweep Rebellious Princesses Of Their Feet?" "you Came To Kidnap Me, Not Sweep Me Off My Feet," I Said,but He Waved His Hand At The Idea. "semantics.