I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily.

Everyone Knew This Was The Episode That Was Going To Make Or Break The Season.

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

This Is Good, Life Must Continue, We Are Fighting Barbarians, But We Must Remain Human.

A Certain Luxury When You Get To Writing A Novel Is To Have The Space To Have Your Characters Just Banter.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.