We Read Fantasy To Find The Colors

The Strongest Trees Are Rooted In The Dark Places Of The Earth. Darkness Will Be Your Cloak, Your Shield, Your Mother's Milk. Darkness Will Make You Strong.

I Wanted To Write A Big Novel, Something Epic In Scale.

When You Have Known The Kiss Of A Flaying Knife, A Laugh Loses All Its Power To Hurt You.

There’s Part Of Me That Loves Words. But Sometimes It Feels Like You’re Trying To Drive Nails With Your Shoe.

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.