The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?
As a child, my mother told me lots of fairy stories, many her own invention. She, too, tended to reverse the norm.
I think of myself as a storyteller, and that is it.
When I am fascinated by something, I like to play with it.
Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.
I just love writing. It's magical, it's somewhere else to go, it's somewhere much more dreadful, somewhere much more exciting. Somewhere I feel I belong, possibly more than in the so-called real world.