I have come to think of violence as a self-perpetuating mania of the power of the aggressive over those less strong.

Violence wounds the body and it wounds the soul. Of the predator. Of the prey. Of the mourners. Of collective humanity. It diminishes us all.

People love to hate the gravedigger.

Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions.” Ben shot Hi a stern look. “No running commentary.” “Your loss,” Hi said. “To the pimp ride!

Tory a father isn’t supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being sad, you terrify me.

As a pirate, she once undressed a fencing instructor using only her sword!

An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps