How acutely sometimes the presence or absence of people mattered
Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.
If he touches you, I'll come in and choke him to death.
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.
Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?
Brigan threw his head back and smiled at the sky. "Well said, Lady. The world may be falling to pieces, but at least the lot of us can have a bath.