Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
Writing is never, ever easy but I wake up every morning grateful for the gift of being able to do this.
Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.
One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.
I will not say I am sorry, but I can tell you that I grieve.