Kelley Armstrong

Kelley Armstrong
Kelley Armstrong is a Canadian writer, primarily of fantasy novels since 2001...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth14 December 1968
CountryCanada
ignorance kids childhood
Kids who don't eavesdrop on adult conversations are doomed to a childhood of ignorance.
teenager hearing-things world
I'd like to see a world where, if a teenager fears she's seeing/hearing things, she feels as comfortable seeking help as she would if she found a lump on her leg.
dream missing-someone mistake
I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.
stupid guy wow
Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.
friendship loss remember
Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.
past stories time-travel
Einstein theorized that time travel was possible, but he was looking at it as unidirectional, going forward. Traveling into the past is much more problematic, as countless stories have demonstrated!
creative bail tough
when times are tough, the weak bail and the tough get creative.
writing style needs
Young writers need to be encouraged to write - just write - with no restrictions on form, style or content.
reading passion storytelling
Storytelling is my passion, and it rises from a love of reading.
names swim mermaid
And unless I'm remembering it wrong, mermaids don't sing and sirens don't swim." "Ariel sang in 'The Little Mermaid'," Corey said. Sam came over to join us. "Do I even want to know why you remember her name?
queens eye airports
We drove to the airport. On the way, Clay gave him "the lecture," including all the do's and don'ts of meeting the Alpha, which was only slightly more complicated than an audience with the queen. Don't sit until you're invited to. Don't talk unless he asks you a question. Don't eat before he does. Don't make direct eye contact. Jeremy demanded none of this, but that wasn't the point.
paper suvs clay
I called Clay from the SUV. "How'd it go at the paper?" he asked. "She called me perky." "Ouch.
lying cutting blood
He glanced down at the blood-smeared cut on his side...and realized he wasn't wearing any clothing. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't realized it already. Kind of obvious. It wasn't like he'd been going to take time out to find his clothing before stopping Liam.
school looks half
The look she gave me reminded me of when is was seven and I'd proudly informed out housekeeper that I'd donated half my clothing to a charity drive at school. It had seemed perfectly sensible to me-I didn't need so much stuff-but she'd stared at me like Margaret was now, with a mix of horror and disbelief.