You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.
How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?
Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.
Follow me," said Karou. As if he could have done anything else.
Like mold on books, grow myths on history.
It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.