When I learned he had found our sietch, a small part of my heart nearly died.
When he crashed and burned less than a day or two later, my joy knew no bounds.
Because he impressed as the kind that would make his wife sleep on the wet spot, I find it only fitting that he has become the wetspot, his waters spilled into the sands.
Because I was not a friend of arnoldo, I pour over him the dessicated feces from my thigh pads.
I have heard of only one mistake that doesn’t have an explanation for a careful reader...with an open mind. (And, no, I’m not going to tell you what it is!) —KJA
I don't like every writer's style; for instance, I have never been able to get through Ursula LeGuin, China Mieville, or Iain Banks, all of whom are critical darlings. —KJA
I...had written a bunch of Star Wars and X-Files books...that proved not just that I'm a hack, but that I could write in somebody else's universe... —KJA