If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

You stole from a member of the undead

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.

Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it. That is why we'll never rule this world. We have the power to bend all men to our whim, but are forever pushing ourselves further,trying to fly higher...and falling

Maybe you're going insane." "Maybe," agreed Kernel. "I was joking." "I wasn't.

The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.