Imperial law enforcer Amaranthe Lokdon is good at her job: she can deter thieves and pacify thugs, if not with a blade, then by toppling an eight-foot pile of coffee canisters onto their heads. But when ravaged bodies show up on the waterfront, an arson covers up human sacrifices, and a powerful business coalition plo...
"His name was Jessie. He liked grunge music and hated his father and didn’t have a mother. When he was twelve he’d been shamelessly in love with Jessica Alba. He had a book full of clean jokes in his room that were so stupid they were almost funny. He was twenty-one years old, a junior in college, and he hated carrots...
Writers have to get their characters from somewhere. Sometimes it's just not as simple as making them up.