That's the thing about destiny: It can't be predicted, and it's usually pretty odd.
I've got six months to sort out the hackers, get the Japanese knotweed under control and find an acceptable form of narcissus.
If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.
Fiction wouldn't be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.
The name is Schitt," he replied. "Jack Schitt.
Death and the end of one's life are two very different things indeed.