You enjoy making my heart stop, don't you? he whispered, and I felt him shaking with adrenaline or something else.

Julie Kagawa

Julie Kagawa

Profession: Author
Nationality: American

Some suggestions for you :

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery's tears.

Aw, boss. The redcap who was spit on smiled at me and licked his fangs. Can't we chew on the princess, just a little?

There is nothing more terrible than a spurned faery queen, particularly if you defy her a second time. I escaped the Winter Court with my life intact, but just barely, and I won't be returning anytime soon. My loyalty - and my heart - belongs to another queen now.

It tasted of twilight and mist, moonlight and frost, emptiness and longing.

Rescuing bloodbags and saving puppies. He sighed. That sounds about right for this group. You bleeding hearts are going to be the death of me, I just know it.

Ladies and Felines," he stated grandly, grasping the doorknob, "Welcome to Tir Na Nog. Land of endless winter and shitloads of snow.

You don't think I regret what I did, every single day? You lost Ariella, but I lost you both! Believe it or not, I was kind of a mess too, Ash. It got to a point where I actually looked forward to our random duels, because that was the only time I could talk to you. When you were freaking trying to kill me!

The faery lords are immortal. Those who have songs ballads and stories written about them never die. Belief worship imagination we were born of the dreams and fears of mortals and if we are remembered even in some small way we will always exist.

And in the stillness before dawn, on the brink of a war that could tear us apart, our auras danced and twined in the darkness, coiling around each other until they finally merged, becoming one.

Ember pressed close, brushing my shoulder with hers, and my pulse spiked. I looked over, saw the fierce determination in her gaze and felt a defiant growl rumble in my throat as a hot, vicious rage spread through my veins. Ember was mine. The other half of me. And i would fight Talon, St. George and the entire damned world to keep her safe.

Oh, goodie, said Grimalkin, rising from the branch. And now we have picked up the dog. I will inform the Iron Queen of your imminent arrival, and to prepare for the smell.

You know, Jackal said, kicking a rabid in the face, sending it reeling, it seems that whenever I'm with you, I'm constantly fighting my way into places I really don't want to be. The sewers, the Prince's tower, a bloody freaking church.

Godzilla was coming...