You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.
Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?
I will say that Rick will probably die before the end of the book. I'll go ahead and put that in print. Nobody's safe. I've almost killed him three times already.
Horror, almost better than any of the other genres, pits the will to live against the will toward nihilism. I just think that's worth exploring. I don't know what is more important, actually, to explore than that very dynamic.
I do everything in this life-or-death way.
You can't go wrong with major life and death stories when it comes to a competition, so I thought I'd have a go at writing one.
Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.
I was a fight to the death, and I felt great.
We run to place and power over the dead bodies of those who fail and fall; ay, we win the food we eat from out the mouths of starving babes.
