There are only two things you’ll ever need to know about me, Farin—and you should know them well. I’m very smart, and I’m very rich.

You never loved me, Farin. You never even said you liked me very much.

Adam delayed only a second longer before traversing into the uncertain future, crossing the hidden divide; the fabric separating worlds. He moved from the shadows that paralleled the town, where unseen lives existed alongside of unsuspecting, oblivious people. With his seemingly mundane act of taking one step forward, he effectively walked from myth to reality.

I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.

A good author can pull you into their world, a great author can make you stay.

It seemed like there was more drama and suspense than any other year I can remember.