For Me The End Of A Book

This Was Like July 13th, 1943, The Pivotal Day Of The Battle Of The Kursk. We Were Like Alexander Vasilevsky, The Soviet General. If We Attacked Now, This Minute, We Had To Keep On And On Attacking Until The Enemy Was Run Off His Feet And The War Was Won. If We Bogged Down Or Paused For Breath Even For A Second, We Would Be Overrun Again.

I Think My Books Come Out Very Visual, Which Is An Obvious Consequence.

All Of Us Write Wish Fulfillment.

I'm Not Afraid Of Death. Death's Afraid Of Me.

I'm Not Really Into Gourmet Food; I'm The Kind Of Guy Who Just Stops By A Place That Looks Good Rather Than Heading For The Restaurant Of The Moment.