It felt odd to realize she was frightened more by what he might know, and not of what he might be.
J.R. WardDestiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the endโand there was no going back for a redo. You couldnโt take a peek at what youโd manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.
J.R. Ward