If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

I felt like I had just double-tapped Santa.

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

There are bad things in the world. There's no getting away from that. But that doesn't mean nothing can be done about them. You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because sometimes you get hurt.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.