Death Was No Less A

It's Alright To Feel Fear, But Sometimes A Very Bad Idea To Show It.

They Were Close To The End Of The Beginning . . .

I Do Not Aim With My Hand; He Who Aims With His Hand Has Forgotten The Face Of His Father. I Aim With My Eye. I Do Not Shoot With My Hand; He Who Shoots With His Hand Has Forgotten The Face Of His Father. I Shoot With My Mind. I Do Not Kill With My Gun; He Who Kills With His Gun Has Forgotten The Face Of His Father. I Kill With My Heart.

I Try To Create Sympathy For My Characters, Then Turn The Monsters Loose.

Writing's About Getting Up, Getting Well, And Getting Over. Getting Happy, Okay? Getting Happy.