I take two hours off for my family every day. And then I write fourteen hours.
That isnโt greatness. Thatโs just foolishness.
In the end, I worry that my arrogance shall destroy us all.
Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it's inconvenient for you.
I think given the choice between loving Mare - betrayal included - and never knowing her, I'd chose love. I risked, and I lost, but the risk was still worth it.
Not all librarians are evil cultists. Some librarians are instead vengeful undead who want to suck your soul.