London is an endless skirmish between angles and emptiness.
So long as it fated, fate didn't care what it fated.
...where's the skill in being a hero if you were always destined to do it?
Anything for gold and experience.
A sickly little smile grew and died on his mouth like a fungus.
You can't see the future, there's no such thing. It's all bets. You'll never get the same answer from two seers. But that doesn't mean either of them's wrong.