For me, magic can be a story, a game, a puzzle, or a surprise that takes my breath away in a single, furious gulp.

He wanted a home. He wanted a family. He wanted to have friends. But none of those things were realistic. At least not until he came to Mineral Wells. Right now Carter was just trying to hold on to the happiness he'd found since meeting Mr. Vernon the previous night. "To belong, okay??" Carter snapped. He felt tears in his eyes, but he wasn't sure. Quickly, he wiped at them. "You don't know what it's like to be alone.

For years I looked for you. I never gave up, but I never imagined that fate would bring you to Mineral Wells.""Not fate," Leila said. "Magic."Magic, fate, or coincidence. Carter wasn't sure which was which anymore.

But magic is like pizza: even when it's bad, it's pretty good.

If I wrote a musical it wouldn't be about me. Although I do some magic, so it would probably be about a magician who appeared and re-appeared all over the place.