Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them

It's not my fault who I am. The only think that's my fault is what I choose to do

I have studied humans for a small eternity. Intent infuses their every movement. Road maps to their inner navigation, plastered all over their skin. Born to be slaves.

Keeping vigil over her are two monsters of very different breeds but monster just the same. Death on her left. Devil on her right.

Unbelievable," I heard Christian mutter behind me. "She toops them both?" I head Drustan ask. "And they permit it?" Dageus sounded baffled. I looked between V'lane and Barrons. "This isn't even about me." "You're wrong about that." Barrons reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. "You know how to find me if you want me." He was walking away. "More nifty acronyms?" He was gone.