Marie Antoinette

No one understands my ills, nor the terror that fills my breast, who does not know the heart of a mother.

Let them eat cake.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

I always dreamed of writing in an orchestral context. But when you finish a piece, you want to hear it. So we played everything with Phish.

I am thrilled to get the chance to write comics - and to tell Forgotten Realms tales, to boot!