The process of writing can be magical — there times when you step out of an upper-floor window and you just walk across thin air, and it’s absolute and utter happiness. Mostly, it’s a process of putting one word after another.

“Ezeket az isteneket régen elfeledték, és lehet, hogy már meg is haltak. Mindöss…”

“And there was a voice, a high clear, female voice, which said "Ow", and then, v…”

“I would have given my life for you," she whispered, sadly."Live," said the monk…”

“I am Desire, am I not? That is what I am; that is what I do. I make things want…”