Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.

There was something soothing about the crackle of paper, the smell of ink, and the soft scratching of nibs and brushes.

But I’ve also been known to answer to ‘sweetheart’ or ‘handsome.

I wanted to believe anything so that I wouldn’t have to face the future alone. The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.

I had spared the stag's life. The power of that life belonged to me as surely as it belonged to the man who had taken it.

You and I are going to change the world.

I'm perfectly capable of being stupid on my own.