Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.

As cities grow and technology takes over the world, belief and imagination fade away, and so do we.

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

The mighty hunter," I quipped as we snuck out the backdoor, escaping into the yard. "He can take down vicious rabids and rampaging boars, but one old lady can make him flee in terror.""One scary old lady," he corrected me, looking relieved to be out of the house. "You didn't hear what she told me when I got up - you're so cute I could put you in a pie. Tell me that's not the creepiest thing you've ever heard." His voice climbed a few octaves, turning shrill and breathy. "Today for dessert, we have apple pie, blueberry pie and Ezekiel pie.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.