Dreams die hard. And sometimes they don't have to die at all.

Home is wherever we all are together.

I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!" Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.

You really are a scary man,no really! If I had boots I would be quaking in them.

I offered to pee on him, but they said no

Advanced life-forms, my seweet patootie. Jerks. Both of them.