And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

You seem to know a lot about it," she said. "And you do subtleties." "Yeah. Like I've always wanted to destroy the Nine Worlds while committing suicide." "Well, there's no need to be rude," protested Sif.

The process of giving is without limits.

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

Death should be a celebration. Like a birthday. I want to go up like a rocket when my time comes, and fall down in a cloud of stars, and hear everyone go: ahh!

If you want to know what's important to a culture, learn their language.

Some things can be both real and imaginary at the same time, . . . some lies can be true, . . . broken faith may be restored.