...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.

Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.

Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.

Over the course of many encounters and many years, I have successfully developed a standard operating procedure for dealing with big, nasty monsters. Run away.