But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

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.

When it comes to impending, unavoidable extinction, ignorance is bliss.

The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani as a slave, but as an equal.

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

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

... please Lady... Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish." "You most certainly were." "You are cruel, Evanna.