The process of writing is a little like madness, a kind of possession not altogether benign.
The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
A man who casts no shadow isn't really a man at all.
I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.
I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.