All things are possible.

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another.

Did they find something wanting in you, Gemma, at the party? You didn’t speak too freely or behave…strangely?” I grew claws and bayed at the moon. I confessed that I eat the hearts of small children. I told them I like the French.

War." Gorgon spits the word. "That is what they call it to give the illusion of honor and law. It is chaos. Madness and blood and the hunger to win. It has always been thus and shall always be so.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.

We create the illusions we need to go on.