There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another

Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

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.