Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.

Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green.

The comforts of life as a fugitive," Drake sighed. "Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.

We humans are conflicted beings. Our beliefs don't always harmonize with our instincts, and our behavior doesn't always reflect our beliefs. ... We wage war between the person we are and the person we hope to become.

An occasional foray into negative emotions makes feeling normal that much sweeter.

I hate how my past actions keep messing up my future options, Seth muttered. Then you've started down the road to wisdom, Grandpa replied.

I blush to think of her beholding my work," Verl confessed. So do we," Newel assured him.