I Like Having My Own Story Remain

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've Never Flown A Kite.

There's Never Been A Fantasy Movie Of The Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil That Ended With Evil Winning.

I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.

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