High School Popularity Is So Fickle.

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

My Line Of Work Makes You Aware Of The Fragility Of Life. You Can Get Up In The Morning, Eat Your Cornflakes, Blow-dry Your Hair, Go To Work And End Up Dead.

I'm Not Writing Great Literature. I'm Writing Commercial Fiction For People To Enjoy The Stories And To Like The Characters.

At First I Probably Seem Very Abrupt, But I Like Efficiency. There's Work And There's Play, And I Always Think: 'let's Get The Work Over With So We Can Thoroughly Enjoy The Play.

As A Pirate, She Once Undressed A Fencing Instructor Using Only Her Sword!