My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.
Eventually we will all wither and die in the wasteland of logic and science.
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.
I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.
My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.
Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.