Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.

Bonds are like rules, they're meant to be broken.

It didn't help that she was painfully shy and kept to herself, because then they just thought she was stuck-up, which she wasn't. She was just quiet.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

I have never given this ring, my soul, to anyone. Azrael has never had any part of this. This is the only part of myself that is truly mine, and now it is yours.” —Jack Force

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

Looking for Narnia? You’re in the wrong universe