And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

In moments Akiva was up in the ether, scarcely feeling the sting of ice crystals in the thin air. He let his glamour fall away, and his wings were like sheets of fire sweeping the black of the heavens. He moved at speed, onward toward another human city to find another doorway bitter with the devil's magic, and after that another, until all bore the black handprint....Once all the doors were marked, the end would begin. And it would begin with fire.

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.