Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell K. Hamilton
Laurell Kaye Hamiltonis an American fantasy and romance writer. She is best known as the author of two series of stories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth19 February 1963
CountryUnited States of America
growing
It was just you had to be strong, and if you weren't strong you're a victim and you're not going to make it. That was the reality when I was growing up.
letting-go growing-up cutting
Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.
growing-up princess want
Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated
giving-up growing-up purpose
Giving up something that no longer serves a purpose, or protects you, or helps you, isn’t giving up at all, it’s growing up.
philosophy moving fighting
You can't save everybody. In fact, there are days when I think you can't save anyone. Each person has to save himself first, then you can move in and help. I have found this philosophy does not work during a gun battle, or a knife fight either. Outside of that it works just fine.
You give the reader a sense of a full meal.
bets characters saying surprised
I guess, what I'm saying is that when I've been this surprised by my own characters and world, all bets are off.
bills money shows version
Nothing wrong with making money or doing what you need to do to sell, but I think it shows when you're writing something to pay the bills and when you're writing something because it's really your version of the world.
heart space work-out
If it works out, it's the best thing in the world. If it doesn't work out, it's like having your heart torn out and chopped up into little pieces while you watch. It leaves a big hollow space that never really heals.
alive way cages
If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die...
cat sight magic
Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.
nice kissing stills
That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.
dog eye blue
was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.
apology hands trying
Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan." I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one." He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies." "When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.