Rick Yancey
Rick Yancey
Richard "Rick" Yancey is an American author who has gained acclaim for his works of suspense, fantasy, and science fiction aimed at young adults...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 November 1962
CityMiami, FL
CountryUnited States of America
attached contract harder henry learned lesson mourned third
One lesson I learned from 'The Monstrumologist' was never to get too attached to your own characters. That's harder in practice than in theory. At the end of the third book - which coincided with the end of my contract - I was an emotional wreck. I mourned Will Henry and Warthrop.
computer crashes forgotten mundane skill time worry
I always feel trepidation at the beginning of every project. I worry about so many things. Time to get it right, the skill to do it justice, the will to finish. I also worry about more mundane things, like what if my computer crashes and I've forgotten to back up the manuscript?
forget good joys looking
One of the joys of a really good book is that you're so into the world of the book, you forget what you're looking at is words on a page.
believe ground hard human rely remains stripped terms themes transcend tried trust universal
'The 5th Wave' is sci-fi, but I tried very hard to ground the story in very human terms and in those universal themes that transcend genre. How do we define ourselves? What, exactly, does it mean to be human? What remains after everything we trust, everything we believe in and rely upon, has been stripped away?
promise matter
Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.
unbroken dies
Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken.
prayer broken promise
Prayers and promises. The one his sister made to him. The unspoken one I made to my sister. Prayers are promises, too, and these are the days of broken promises.
eyelashes tickling lips
I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.
war heart battle
A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.
loneliness real opposites
I thought I knew what loneliness was before he found me, but I had no clue. You don't know what real loneliness is until you've known the opposite.
eye men sharks
I am a shark, Cassie," he says slowly, drawing the words out, as if he might be speaking to me for the last time. Looking into my eyes with tears in his, as if he's seeing me for the last time. "A shark who dreamed he was a man.
found-you way willing
I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.
thinking gone wonder
When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone. And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me. The Cassie who kills.
moving taken eye
She looks at me out of the side of her uncovered eye. "Chess, Zombie: defending yourself from the move that hasn't happened yet. Does it matter that he doesn't light up through our eyepieces? That he missed us when he could have taken us own? If two possibilities are equally probable but mutually exclusive, which one matters the most? Which one do you bet your life on?