Truth hurts. But lies can kill.

It was a land of shadows and ice. Of gray. And grayer. And black. -The Unseelie prison of Aedan

He stepped into the morning feeling more alive than he'd felt in months. Hold fast and believe in me, love, he whispered across the centuries. Because love and belief were serious magic in and of themselves.

It's so easy to lie. What’s even worse is how we cling to those lies. We beg for the illusion so we don’t have to face the truth, don’t have to feel alone.

Get back on the bike and tell me where to go." "I'll tell you where to go," I muttered sourly, and he laughed.

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?