Today, I went to the nursing home to visit you, as I usually did. Your door was closed, and the nurse said you had died. Only she used the euphemism "passed away".
Your evil twins miss you. The three of us will never shock waiters again.
More than one reviewer has said I write heart-warming dark fantasy. Yeah, I'm different. So I guess my fantasies are different.
The part of a review that I like best calls me: "one of the most inventive minds in fantasy".