Misdirection Is One Of My Strengths.

Something About The Circus Stirs Their Souls, And They Ache For It When It Is Absent.

He Turns And Walks Away, Moving So Quickly That The Candle Flames Shiver With The Motion Of The Air. “i Miss You,” Isobel Says As He Leaves, But The Sentiment Is Crushed By The Clatter Of The Beaded Curtain Falling Closed Behind Him.

I Don't Think There's Anything Wrong Being A Dreamer.

Misdirection Is One Of My Strengths.

I Don't Always Write In Order, So Composing Multi-book Stories Could Get Complicated.