Back to the reason – or at least the pretext – why anything happened, why I started drinking and all, why I needed comforting, it had something to do with this book I'm trying to write. This book's characters did not behave. Things happened, that it wasn't my own imagination driving them forward, and it was really scary! It all started with that blasted archers, but it didn't stop there. Here I was, trying hard to satisfy my fans and think things through, but they...