Amanda Hocking
Amanda Hocking
Amanda Hocking is an American writer of paranormal romance young-adult fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth12 July 1984
CityAustin, MN
CountryUnited States of America
writing school home
Writing has always felt like a compulsion. Even at high school there'd be times when people would ask me if I wanted to go and hang out and I'd sit home and write instead.
princess one-day madly-in-love
Mark my words, Princess,” Loki said. “One day, you’ll be madly in love with me.
princess believe roaming-around
You expect me to believe that you're being held against your will?" I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You're roaming around the castle freely." "As are you." He turned away from me then. "Not all prisons have bars. You should know that better than anyone, Princess.
creepy trying rooms
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
fairy-tale tales yeah
Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.
creepy kind
That’s kind of creepy,
feisty married should
You should get married more often," Loki teased. "It makes you feisty.
princess long weak
Princess." He smiled up at me, but it was weak. "If i'd known that this is what it would take to get you to hold me, I would've collapsed a long time ago.
meaning-of-life life-is busy
Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life
dungeons dramatic electricity
I don’t know. After the downstairs, I assumed something creepier and dirtier.” I shrugged. “You didn’t have electricity down there.” “It’s for dramatic effect.” Loki gestured widely. “It’s a dungeon.
thinking people want
People have bad things to say about publishers, but I think they still have services, and I want to see what they are. And if they end up not being any good, I don't have to keep using them.
princess love-you eye
Loki," I said. "Hey, Princess." He smiled dazedly as he looked up at me. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." I smiled and shook my head. "Not anymore." "What's this?" He took my hair and held it out so i could see. A curl near the front had gone completely silver. "I take a nap, and you go gray?" "You didn't take a nap." I laughed. "Don't you remember what happened?" He furrowed his brow, trying to remember, and understanding flashed in his eyes. "I remember..." Loki touched my face. "I remember that I love you." I bent down, kissing him full on the mouth, and he held me to him.
wings fire people
I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?
icons self want
Self-publishing is great, but I don't want to be an icon for it, or anything else.