Who am I?

I am the first drop of rain on a warm spring night and the last ice floe at the end of winter. I'm the person who searches for things that most people think is a myth. There is a book called The Host. I am the words living on it's second sentence of the fourth paragraph of the fifteenth page. 
 My soul lives on the last lines of Divergent. You can feel my breath on lines of Kite Runner. There is a secret essence that I can write books about on the Game of Thrones, on the last sentence of the page 523rd. 

Stephen King said "I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose."  You never know when I will turn my heroes into villains.

And Sidney Sheldon said, "A blank piece of paper is God’s way of telling us how hard it to be God." 

How does it feel to be the one who creates worlds, give lives to those who are living in you or be the one to judge and maybe make them reach their destiny?

Indeed, who am I?

I am King Arthur, I am Daenerys Targaryen, I am Tris, I am Medusa, I am Harry, I am Hermonie, I am the Fallen...

I am me, I am him, I am her, I am you...

And I am the truest sense of the word Indescribable.