Fiction is open to whoever comes in the door, as long as you come in energetically.
Well then," Roen said briskly, "are you sleeping?" "Yes. " "Come now. A mother can tell when her son lies. Are you eating?" "No," Brigan said gravely. "I've not eaten in two months. It's a hunger strike to protest the spring flooding in the south. " "Gracious," Roen said, reaching for the fruit bowl. "Have an apple, dear.