" I sit on an outcropping of rock above the lake and try to be angry, but I can’t hold the feeling. I need erupting volcanoes, hurricanes, massive earthquakes. Were I working on Monstrous Sea right now, Orcus’s monsters would bleed from the page in the search for flesh. I need vindication. I do not need little birds twittering over a wide expanse of shimmering lake and a light wind ruffling my hair.

Nature defies my anger. Nature defies every emotion I have. I can’t complain to nature, or appeal to it, or rage at it.

Nature doesn’t care about me. "

― Francesca Zappia , Eliza and Her Monsters