Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong is a Canadian writer, primarily of fantasy novels since 2001...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 December 1968
CountryCanada
creative bail tough
when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.
dream missing-someone mistake
I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.
struggle thinking apples
Then he reached up and tore my shirtfront open. "Not much to see, is there?" I said, struggling to talk with a crushed windpipe. "I know, I know, they can fix things like that these days. Call me a feminist, but I think a woman's worth should be defined not by the size of her bust, but - " I rammed my fist up into his Adam's apple. He grunted and stumbled back. "- by the strength of her right hook.
teenager hearing-things world
I'd like to see a world where, if a teenager fears she's seeing/hearing things, she feels as comfortable seeking help as she would if she found a lump on her leg.
mistake character may
I understand that I may make mistakes with characters who don't share my own background, but I commit to doing my best.
issues people boxes
Stuffing people into boxes is for those who have issues about their own box.
two dirt-roads want
It's a road," Corey said, pointing. "A dirt road," Hayley muttered. "So? We've been slogging through the forest for two days. What do you want? A six-lane highway?
moles giants wells
Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles
sorry hands puppets
I didn't need to be rescued." "Sorry, but my sword outranks your…" she glanced at my hand, "sock puppet.
paper suvs clay
I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.
sorry focus faces
His gaze travelled down me, then zipped back to my face. "Sorry." "Focus, Rafe." "I am. Just on the wrong thing.
fog drawing three
Simon had drawn three pictures. In the top left corner, like a salutation, was a ghost. The middle had a big sketch of Arnold Schwarzenegger as the Terminator. The third in place of a signature, was a lightning bolt surrounded by fog. Beside the drawing, someone had scrawled in inch-high letters 10 A.M. Tori snatched it from me and turned it over. "So where's the message?" "Right there." I pointed from picture to picture. "It says: Chloe, I'll be back, Simon.
names keys calling
Derek? Derek!-Chole Chole! what are you doing out here? i said we will check it out later. key word WE-Derek oh, yeah I decided to come out on my own. thats why i was calling your name repeatively- Chole
enough hostage
Oddly enough, I find the best hostages are the live ones. - Karl