More than most, I know the pain of surviving.

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Dying isn’t like living; it requires no effort at all.

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.