Ideas take root at the oddest moments. Some grow into novels, the weaker ones wither and die.
Inspiration, Writing
I am chaos eternal. I desire everything this world and the next offers. I am greed, I am hunger. Oh how I hunger... I want the pathetic mortals of this world to bow before me. I want all that they own, all they desire, every marvelous creation of theirs, but there is only one thing in this world that I need, and that, Muse, is you.
I should have known he’d be trouble as soon as he walked into my workshop, but I couldn’t have known he’d be the death of me.
Death, Men, Trouble