Iโve been dead for seven years, thatโs as warm as they get.
- Tears don't become us. - What becomes us? - Action.
Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.
I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.
I hated it. I hated this. I hated feeling so terrible because of someone else.
No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.