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.

Try as we might to postpone them, days of reckoning inevitably arrive.

The society killed Kendra." ... Don't mention it to Verl. He might dive into a chasm.

Patience mimics the power of infinity.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

Can't you home school me?" Nate pleaded. "You would never do any work." (Nate's mom) "Sounds perfect!

One eye is open to all truth, the other closed to all deception.