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In the past year, I did something I never thought I'd do - read The Histories, by Herodotus: in many ways, the oldest form of recorded...

My current work-in-progress is titled Trust the Traitor. TTT is the first of a duology and is a YA fantasy that follows a boy named...

Sometimes I hate happy endings. You know the ones. The neat, square, too-good-to-be-true endings where everything coincidentally turns...

Hey, story-lovers! I recently had the pleasure to interview the amazing Candice Pedraza Yamnitz, and after putting off the transcript for...

Ask anyone who knows me, and they’ll tell you that I am in love with quotes. Of course, when you throw the bookish element in there, too....

There’s something strange about dying. You’re in the battle, ducking and dodging and shooting. And, through it all, there’s a voice...

There is nothing like the moment when you write your last sentence. As all writers will tell you, the feeling of reaching the end of a...

“That’s how it works, doesn’t it? We are saved by saving others.” — Sweep: The Story of a Girl and Her Monster, by Jonathan Auxier Oh...

“Tales are as much the necessary fabric of our lives as our bodies are.” — The Outlaws of Sherwood, Robin McKinley The tale of Robin...

“Sleep,” it murmured. “Go on, sleep.” The fire rippled on the hearth before him, its reflection a soft glow in the king’s eyes. His hands...

Bookworms are intriguing creatures, and scientists have never quite been able to classify them—their best attempt lies somewhere between...

“There is no escape if love is not there” — The Witch of Blackbird Pond, by Elizabeth George Speare I enjoy most books I read. But when I...

“Maybe, like us, Neverland was meant to grow. It was meant to bloom more beautifully and more colorful than before.” — Shadow, Kara...

The Dreamer awakens, The shadow goes by, The tale I have told you, That tale is a lie. But listen to me, Bright maiden, proud youth, The...

Some people love me and some people hate me, but every single one of them knows me. Even you. Sometimes I carry a sword and come whirling...

Ah, Christmas. A time full of hot chocolate, twinkling lights, and peace on Earth, goodwill towards men. And Christmas breaks are a...

You’re afraid, Elsie. You’re too afraid to fly. “Theo!” Elsie shouted, leaning over the rail. The cold metal pressed into her shirt. The...

“You were created for more than to bear the weight of your shadows—but you have to choose to no longer let them define you. You have to...