I Never Understood People Who Said Their

I Was A Huge Fantasy Geek Growing Up. I Was The Dungeon Master In My D&d Game.

This Wasn't The Way I Had Imagined My Adventures, But Reality Ignored My Wishes From The Get-go, Giving Me A Body Best Suited For Stacking Books In The Library, Injecting So Much Fear Into My Veins That I Could Only Cower In The Stairwell When The Violence Came. Maybe Someday My Arms And Legs Would Thicken With Muscle And The Fear Would Drain Away Like Dirty Bathwater. I Wish I Believed These Things Would Happen, But I Didn't.

I Was Half Asleep But I Smiled. In Spite Of All His Irritating Qualities, I Couldn't Help Liking A Man Who Despised A Fictional Character With Such Passion.

There Are A Few Moments In Your Life When You Are Truly And Completely Happy, And You Remember To Give Thanks. Even As It Happens You Are Nostalgic For The Moment, You Are Tucking It Away In Your Scrapbook.

I'll Tell You A Secret. Something They Don't Teach You In Your Temple. The Gods Envy Us. They Envy Us Because We're Mortal, Because Any Moment Might Be Our Last. Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.