An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.

She pictured herself running from a hoard of ravenous zombies on a hot day eventually collapsing from heatstroke and getting devoured. Then she imagined Hal giving a rousing eulogy at her funeral explaining how Kendra's death was a beautiful sacrifice allowing the noble zombies to live on delighting future generations by mindlessly trying to eat them. With her luck it could totally happen.

We must set aside our wishes and give heed to reality. Nobody can accept the truth while hiding from it. When a decision matters, we have to stare at the truth unflinchingly. Only then can we find peace in our choices.

Smart people learn from their mistakes. But the real sharp ones learn from the mistakes of others.

Seth trotted over to Kendra. Bringing good luck as usual It was a weak pass okay

It's easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.

It was one thing to snuggle a little when the world seemed about to end, and quite another to explain to her parents that she wanted to date an ancient magical horse.