That's a horrible plan." "Yes, but I have chosen to ignore that.

Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

Anger is the spirits telling you that you are alive.

We Ask the Gods for Answers and They Give Us Questions

One of them hissed-not the hiss of a cat, a long, steady tone-more like the hiss of air escaping the rubber raft that is all that lies between you and a dark sea full of sharks, the hiss of your life leaking out at the seams.

Ooo ahe-e, I aya oa a," she said in yawnspeak, a language - not unlike Hawaiian - known for its paucity of consonants.

She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.