That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.

The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

Summer came. For the books thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

One wild card was yet to be played.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.