As the Roman Empire came to its close, all the old gods of the pagan world were seen as demons by the Christians who rose. It was useless to tell them as the centuries passed that their Christ was but another God of the Wood, dying and rising, as Dionysus or Osiris had done before him, and that the Virgin Mary was in fact the Good Mother again enshrined. Theirs was a new age of belief and conviction, and in it we became devils, detached from what they believed, as old knowledge was forgotten or misunderstood.

... what I fear in writing is the safe decision.

I broke with my religion in college.

I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.

And when a strong man is sweet, even Goddesses look down from Mount Olympus.

But death we are, and death we've always been.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death