Since I was little I wanted to be someone special. Someone who can handle difficult horses. Someone who can shoot well with bow and arrow. Someone who travels the world and steers a storm with their mere hands. As a story writer I'm everyone - and no one. Because I have to admit to myself that I'm no one special, I never was and I probably never will be. And maybe it's good this way. Maybe I'm lucky to be so small. - excerpt from a book I'll never write