His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was on his mind. But this is no safe cherry picker, Gwen thought, growing more concerned by the moment. This man looks like a cherry tree chopper-downer.

If he was winter, I was summer. If I was sunshine, he was night. A dark and stormy one.

Yesterday was a memory. Today was a hope.

Oh, drop the act, Tinkerbell, and get rid of my problem. Then we’ll talk.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I'd rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?