Which tent is your favourite?" he asks. "The Ice Garden," Celia answers, without even pausing to consider. "Why is that?" Marco asks. "Because of the way it feels," she says. "It's like walking into a dream. As though it is someplace else entirely and not simply another tent.

I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.' 'But you built me dreams instead.

Chandresh relishes reactions. Genuine reactions, not mere polite applause. He often values the reactions over the show itself. A show without an audience is nothing, after all. In the response of the audience, that is where the power of performance lives.

I'm kind of big on performance in general. I like the sort of entertainment where you can go in and be fully immersed in it.

Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.