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.

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?

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.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.