Chrys Fey

Every day we live, we are writing our own secret book.

An idea for a story can be anything. The sky is not the limit, the limit is beyond it.

She could forgive him for missing their dinner date, but she would never forgive him for dying.

If the Mob was after you, the last thing you felt was alive. If the Mob was after you, it was only a matter of time before you were as dead as a doorknob. But standing outside in the middle of winter, with the world in a coma, she felt alive.

No one can tell you what you can and cannot put in your book. So be brave and just write!

I keep people alive every day, and right now, the person I__ trying to keep alive is you. Will you let me?