This is stolen? We’re in a stolen jet?””Not stolen,” said Donegan Bane from the co-pilot’s seat.”Almost stolen,” Gracious corrected.”Semi-stolen,” said Donegan.”Quasi-stolen,” said Gracious. Aurora’s frown did not turn upside down. “So is it stolen or...

We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.

The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.