“While I was in the research field in 1929, the idea of Jonah's Gourd Vine came to me. I had written a few short stories, but the idea of attempting a book seemed so big that I gazed at it in the quiet of the night, but hid it away from even myself in daylight.”
Source: Dust tracks on a road
“The heartbreak of having written and published a first book is that the world then expected you to write a second.”
Source: Black Wave
“And I Reven, your faithful servant, fair maiden"
Elfwyn beamed at Reven.
"He's a robber". Said Jinx
"And this is my stout companion, Jinx" said Reven.
"I'm one of the people he's robbed" said Jinx.”
Source: Jinx: The Wizard's Apprentice
“I have to, don't I? He's not my slave," said Simon. "If he doesn't appreciate what he's got, let him leave”
Source: Jinx: The Wizard's Apprentice
“That troll was my stepfather," Jinx said.
He saw Reven and Elfwyn exchange a glance.
"I think you hit your head pretty hard when you fell" said Elfwyn. "Maybe you should lie back down.”
Source: Jinx: The Wizard's Apprentice
“Hearing my mother's crestfallen and utterly disappointed voice confirmed what I had suspected all along -- that neither she nor my dad actually cared about me. There were no words of reassurance...and certainly no "I love you." All she cared about was that I had failed.”
Source: We Were Dreamers: An Immigrant Superhero Origin Story
“I found I quite enjoyed having you under the same roof. Being able to see you, hear your voice many times a day. I miss that.” His eyes locked on hers. “I miss you.”
Source: The Maid of Fairbourne Hall
“I love you, Margaret Macy. And there is something I need to ask you. Something I’ve asked twice before and am nearly afraid to ask again. The Scriptures say let our yes be yes and our no be no, but I pray, in your case, your no may have changed . . . ?”
Margaret leaned forward and kissed him firmly, warmly, on the lips. Then she smiled at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Yes, it most definitely has.”
Source: The Maid of Fairbourne Hall
“I remember everything about you, Miss Macy. Every moment between us—the good and the bad.” He chuckled dryly. “Though I prefer to linger on more recent pleasant moments.”
Source: The Maid of Fairbourne Hall
“Nathaniel Upchurch. Margaret couldn’t believe it. Gone were the pale features, the thin frame, the hesitant posture, the spectacles. Now broad shoulders strained against his cutaway coat. Form-fitting leather breeches outlined muscular legs. The unfashionable dark beard emphasized his sharp cheekbones and long nose. His skin was golden brown. His hair unruly, some escaping its queue. Even his voice sounded different—lower, harsher, yet still familiar.”
Source: The Maid of Fairbourne Hall