You're a writer. Make it up.

I'm just not a natural teacher.

I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

You're a writer. Make it up.

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

I was a huge fantasy geek growing up. I was the dungeon master in my D&D game.

A certain luxury when you get to writing a novel is to have the space to have your characters just banter.