How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.