I am a rebel, I make my own path. If it crosses the paths of others, it’s because I choose to walk that way–not because I was led, or forced or because it’s easier. I act rather than react, I dance rather than shuffle, I would rather walk on the fringe and take a chance on falling than hide from risk. Live, because letting fear paralyze you is pretty much the same thing as dying by slow degrees.
I finished Autumn Thorns tonight. I LOVE that world and don’t want to leave it, but next up on the block: Darkness Raging, book 18 of Otherworld. Time to sound the call to war.