Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.

Being an entrepreneur is like eating glass and staring into the abyss of death.

LIII.What is the holiness of conversation? It isto master death.

Visual presentation of our heritage in glass is needed.

I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear.

We may shine, we may shatter,We may be picking up the pieces here on after,We are fragile, we are human,And we are shaped by the light we let through us,We break fast, cause we are...

For now. But if I ever decide you’re useless, you are a dead man.”To be killed by you is to be desired more than a life excluded from your service.”Bravo.” Her Imperial Viciousness laughed with...