Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.
...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.
A man who lives a part, not to others but alone, is exposed to obvious psychological dangers. In itself the practice of deception is not particularly exacting. It is a matter of experience, a professi...
Just a friendly warning: the forces of spiritual darness are nothing to trifle with. Vampires do exist, no matter what the so-called scientific minds might say, and they ARE dangerous!
God don't give out certain.
Dreading dusk, fearing night, praying for dawn.
Every time I think I'm about to seize the moment, it drifts back into the shadows, just beyond my reach.
Spooky things, people, places, scents and sounds together or alone can create a powerful adrenalin rush and it floods the senses.
It's difficult from one story to jump in another story, 2 stories are okay for one hour. But more and more characters you start losing the link. (Thriller 2)
What are we, Charlie's Angels?
If everything comes in your way just the way you wanted them to ,then you're probably in the wrong lane.
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
Blake gave Selena a nudge "Remember what I taught you, itsy-bitsy-babe
Josie, like Gretchen, isn't afraid of blood. What woman would be?
To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
Do as little harm to others as you can; make any sacrifice for your true friends; be responsible for yourself and ask nothing of others; and grab all the fun you can. Don't give much thought to yester...
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
This isn't the end, and a beginning looks different. This is the moment in between, when everything still looks possible.
For me, writing isn't about money and fame. It's about passion, an art form that I want to share with the world, expand the horizons to new worlds, new experiences, and new adventures.
I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas's soft sand I had sunk. Magellan's letters, which Douglas had recited, had become part of m...