The great love is gone. There are still little loves - friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire?

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.

I try to use all of my senses when describing a setting, and try to think of everything that would impact a character in any given scene.

You jackass. We're all going to die here. You know that, right?' Harrier said. Yeah," Eugens said shakily. '...Guess I might as well die here with you as out on the desert with a bunch of other jackasses.

It makes sense for people who are good at fighting to go out and do it-because if they're good at it, that means the fewest number of other people die.

You are human and mortal; we are the sum of our weak moments and our strong.

If he didn't get out of here - right now - Harrier was either going to break into hysterical laughter or strangle somebody.