“There are certain bits of stories that, because of their nature, are rather dull. This is because very little happens in them. And for some reason, they also always happen to take place over a rather tediously long period of… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“we as authors have been writing about people we aren't for forever. We find a way to empathise, we find a way in. Female characters are no different. All they are are characters. They are people too. Instead of asking yourself, "How do I write this female soldier?" ask yourself, "How do I write this soldier? Where is she from,… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share
“When you are from a well-respected family, often times you will have pressure to "live up to your family name." That is to say, depending on your family's reputation, you will have to live in accordance with that reputation so that other people keep thinking of your family in the way it is used to being thought of. If you… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share
“And, my friend, above all things, you most definitely, definitely, do not get away with stepping over the red rope.” — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“There they go, my friend, right into the sunset. And even though it happens to be overcast at the moment, let's pretend it isn't,… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“ You would be forgiven for thinking Alex Morningside was a boy. In fact, she would be the first to laugh at this, because,… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“I believe instinct took over because the shotgun fired in the opposite direction, and he disappeared. Good effort. "I don't think sarcasm is helping… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“Her brain, which had up until then still been in the shower, toweled off and joined her on the beach. It whispered a tiny… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“Aw, man. I’d just shot an angel in the face.I made my way into the foyer and sat down on the stairs. I glanced… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
“He would rock back and forth in his chair, making sure it squeaked ominously. He always found a chair that squeaked ominously. He was… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
