Right and wrong matters little when survival matters most.
Kevin James Breaux.
“If you are not learning, you are not living.”
“I write flawed characters. Ones that do not always make the best decisions and are driven by ambition or lust. They are not black or white, they are in the large space that exists between.”
“Yeah, I write Urban Fantasy, but its more like Die Hard or Indiana Jones with Fairies, Mummies and a Vampire who uses guns more than his teeth.”
“If you're not writing, you're wronging.”
“When my dad was young he shot marbles. When I was young I played Marble Madness on my Nintendo Entertainment System.”
“Think first. Think twice. Think again. Respect others. Respect yourself. Respect dreams.”
“I didn't want to be the woman who gave herself over willingly to the first man to notice her. I didn't want to be the stupid girl in every novel who loved without question and entered relationships...”
“The first rule in the book of love is acceptance.”
“A friendship like theirs was hard to come by, and when such a thing is found, it is often even harder to hold on to.But, as so few come to learn, absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.”
“I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn't something I had considered, but it did not surpri...”
“There was love, a reliable and real love grown in a handful of days, and Tristan did not know why it was: friendship had happened to both of them, on the sudden, completely aside from Tristan's bot...”
“You said the d-word, Owllwin said regretfully. I didnt think you would, or I woulda warned ya. . . . the d-word? Cricket repeated in confusion.Yeah . . . Owllwin paused as if he was glancing around...”
“Sibyl, what do you want?I want to live, the Sibyl said, and her voice rang rich and full. I want to keep on living forever and watching heroes and fools and knights go up and down, into the world a...”
“When God is driven to the periphery of the public square, the human spiritual capacity longs for exercise, and it often finds it in the suspension of disbelief and activity of the imagination that ...”
“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”