We've barley stepped into the bright glow of the realms when everything goes dark.
I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.
Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?
I had thought Felicity dangerous a moment ago, when she felt powerful. I was wrong. Wounded and powerless, she is more dangerous than I could imagine.
Just because you're funny doesn't mean you get to be cruel.
What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?