How do you explain plastic to a medieval forest bard?
Death is but a dream and life is merely the daydream of death.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, lemme tell you. Those are big years. Everybody always thinks of it as a time of adolescence—just getting through to the real part of your life—but it’s more than that. Sometimes...
You can always tell the heart of man by what he do, and by what he don’t do…
If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people’s pity.
I have 9022 gods listed in my database. Must I thank all of them?
Feeling’s mutual.” Julian tosses him a disdainful look.