I Don't Write Fantasy; I Write Historical

One Likes To Think One Grows As A Writer As One Ages, Else All You Get Is An Old Young Writer. Beyond That Is The Changing Landscape Of The Universe And The Stories I Choose To Tell.

There Are Many Ways To Love Someone. Sometimes We Want Love So Much, We're Not Too Choosy About Who We Love. Other Times, We Make Love Such A Pure And Noble Thing, No Poor Human Can Ever Meet Our Vision. But For The Most Part, Love Is A Recognition, An Opportunity To Say, "there Is Something About You I Cherish." It Doesn't Entail Marriage, Or Even Physical Love. There's Love Of Parents, Love Of City Or Nation, Love Of Life, And Love Of People. All Different, All Love.

Friends Can Betray You, But With An Old Enemy, You Always Know Where You Stand.

Jigsaw Lady Is The Working Title Of A Science Fiction Novel I've Had In My Head For Darn Near 15 Years. I Think I'll Start Work On It Next Year (in All My Spare Time) But I'd Like To Get It Finished Some Day.

My Dear Dead Mother Wanted Me To Go Into An Honorable Trade, Like Grave Robbing. Would I Listen? No. Be An Assassin, Like Your Uncle Gustav, She Said. Would I Pay Heed? No. Apprentice To The Necromancer―