She lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks. 'Why do you cry?' she asked. 'Because... I'm lucky enough to be bonded with you.' 'Little one.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors.

....avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!" -Angela

Let no man, in whatever rank or superiority, control your mind and tell you what to do

Without fear there cannot be courage.

You cannot miss what you have never had.