In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice... No one can live in the light all the time.
The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
You evah hear of a magic screw?' I cough back a laugh. 'No. No, sir.
She's no beauty, mate
Did you hear? You are free." Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.
The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.