Becoming An Author Changes Your

It's Natural For A Child To Assume That His Or Her Own Childhood Is Unremarkable.

That’s What Death Did, It Treated You Like A Child, Like Everything You Had Ever Thought And Done And Cared About Was Just A Child’s Game, To Be Crumpled Up And Thrown Away When It Was Over. It Didn’t Matter. Death Didn’t Respect You. Death Thought You Were Bullshit, And It Wanted To Make Sure You Knew It.

I Never Thought About Doing A Sequel When I Was Actually Writing 'the Magicians.' I Only Ever Considered It A Standalone.

I Got My Heart's Desire, And There My Troubles Began.

The Real World Is Horrible.