No one is exempt from grief.
And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.
That's what misbehavior is all about, just a little extra loving being asked for.
She watched the sun bleed water out of the icicle. Warm and cold working together to make an icicle. Warm and cold anger working together to make a fury, a fury worthy enough to use as a weapon against the old things that still needed fighting.
Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!
Immortality is a chancy thing; it cannot be promised or earned. Perhaps it cannot even be identified for what it is.