Jim C. Hines (born April 15, 1974) is an American fantasy and science fiction writer. (wikipedia)
Torches," Porak ordered. "This is dumb," Jig grumbled as one of the others handed out torches. "Why not run ahead and warn any intruders that we're coming? Maybe we should sing, too, in case they're blind.
Every libromancer had a first book. Etched more sharply into my memory than my first kiss, this book had been my magical awakening.
This presents a serious question." They both looked at me. "What's that?" asked Lena. "Whether to start you off with a Doctor Who marathon or dive straight into Firefly.
Any factual errors that remain are entirely the fault of Bob, who snuck into the offices at DAW to try to sabotage my book. I hate that guy.
...bookstores, libraries... they're the closest thing I have to a church.
New rule: every fantasy author who doesn't treat horses like tireless hairy motorcycles automatically gets a Hugo.
Do you know why happily ever after is a lie?" Snow asked. "Because life is change.
That is a trial I must face," Veka said. "No, that is a multiheaded snake thing, Jig snapped.
That worked great! Thank you so much. What next?" "I don't know. I didn't expect you to live through it." "Oh.
Like any child raised on tales of magical worlds beyond paintings and mirrors and wardrobes, I had yearned to enter Middle Earth, to reach through.