It was late at night, and Remy awoke, panicked and crying. He’d had another nightmare about loosing his parents in that fire. He looked over at Emile, and whimpered, curling up to him.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
I tell the neophyte: Write a million words–the absolute best you can write, then throw it all away and bravely turn your back on what you have written. At that point, you’re ready to begin. — David Eddings
