Dinner was fried chicken, collard greens, and silence.

Because when I can believe in a villain, I can fear them. My pulse races, I worry about the heroes, I read through my fingers, and flinch when disaster strikes. I exhale my relief when all is well, and I really feel it when they fall in love. No matter how fantastic the world, how unique the magic that’s written into it- I have to believe in the characters before I can believe in their gifts.

We did it,” Barry says, so quiet it’s almost a whisper. Then he leaps up and shouts into the other room. “Dee Dee! Non-equity cast of Godspell! We did it! Emma’s going to the prom!

I don’t want to start a riot I don’t want to blaze a trail.

That night in Robin’s arms I kissed his smooth throat, unmarked by the apple of Eve’s deceit. I touched the leather bindings beneath his tunic.

When I was invited to write a story for A Tyranny of Petticoats, I had two ideas. One was a murder mystery – I’ve written that kind of thing before. The other was a cross-dressing, bank-robbing teen bandit on the run. I’ve never written that kind of thing before. How to choose? How to choose? As Mae West once said, I went with the evil I’d never tried before.

The way I saw it, that was the real mistake the Barrow gang had made.It seemed to me that they'd have been a lot less likely to get gunned down if Bonnie had just had the sense to be Clyde.

It’s a faery story after all, perhaps ending happily ever after for me. But this one does not begin once upon a time. It begins — “Will you die for me?

Could you have possibly put more water between us?

I know I'm supposed to be a good girl. I know I'm supposed to be happy doing needlework samplers and baking potatoes in coal and whatnot.But Lord, I love running from the law.