I write of doomed love. In the beginning, it is only love, and, with a hopeful heart, charts a path toward permanence. But, unbeknownst to the lovers, the heavy hammer of fate awaits, that terrible instrument of sad stories. I write epic fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy
I write of the road and its many wonders and dangers, of the unspoiled beauty unfolding round the next bend, of the thieves lying in wait, of the million possibilities inherent to the unknowable journey. I write epic fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy
...the truths they barter to protect necessary lies. I write epic fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy
I write of ancient trees, limbs gnarled and twisted, timeless and terrible secrets stored in their roots. I write of their godlike patience, their transcendent indifference to the human world. I write epic fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy
I write of the full moon, soaked in starlight, beckoning witches to dance, wildlife to gambol, lovers to rendezvous, conspirators to plot. I write of the wickedness and the wonder and the hope that it inspires. I write epic fantasy and urban fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy #iwriteurbanfantasy
I write of the dragon that flies east at dawn, racing on great leathery wings toward the fiery genesis of existence, that twin to the same life-force burning deep within the dragon's hungering gullet. I write epic fantasy. #iwriteepicfantasy
