God is the only book that can never be touched, open and seen.
Romance is everything to turn it into a cause for given is priceless
I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood.
Elizabeth sank into the leather wing chair in the library of her mind and began to read.
Writing the middle of a novel is a lot like driving through Texas. You think it’s never going to end, and the scenery looks the same.
So, you think your coffee-addicted mother is amusing.
You still awake?’ asked the anesthetist.
‘Nope,’ I replied.
Leave mystery in your life. Give them a little and keep them wondering. If you reveal everything about yourself, people will lose interest. For as humans, we are curious creatures. We are more interested in the things lurking in the shadows than the things that are brought into the light.
I am a storyteller, spiraling fantasy and reality into mystical tales. That eerie space between fact and fiction, where only the brightest light can scare the shadows-you will find me there.
Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car.
James swerved to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before she killed herself trying to escape. As it was, she flung herself from the car, falling to her knees and scrambling to her feet. Then she ran. Took off like a bolt until she rounded the bend and disappeared from view.
‘Way to go, slick,’ AJ said snarkily, climbing into the front seat. ‘You ran her off.