God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

The human heart is my school.

I know nothing of God or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that would damn or save my soul.

I'm hoping what all sentient beings hope ... that somehow I'm part of something larger than myself, in which I play a role, an actual role that is somehow intended and meaningful.

My body is no schoolboy.

God, what is it like to be You and hear all those people all the time everywhere, begging, imploring, calling out for anything and anyone?

Mortal beauty often makes me ache, and mortal grandeur can fill me with that longing...but Paris, Paris drew me close to her heart, so I forgot myself entirely. Forgot the damned and questing preternatural thing that doted on mortal skin and mortal clothing. Paris overwhelmed, and lightened and rewarded more richly than any promise.