If There Was A Jane Austen Camp,

I’ve Never Tried To Keep A Specific Person Alive Before, And It’s Much More Troublesome Than I Would Have Believed. But That’s Probably Just Because It’s You. Ordinary People Seem To Make It Through The Day Without So Many Catastrophes.

Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly, Lurching On My Feet. "maybe I'll Get Hit By A Truck On My Way Back.

Stupid, Shiny Volvo Owner.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.