Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.

But if all they did was kill time, time would end up killing them.

You don't look so much like a great hero,' Jarrah said. 'I'm pretty sure I'm not,' Mack said wearily. 'My throat is hoarse from screaming in terror. I don't think heroes have that problem.

Hey, thanks for stopping by," Howard said. "I'd offer you some tea and cookies, but all we have is boiled mole and artichokes. Plus, we kind of have a dead girl in the living room.

She placed her palm over his wound, pressing as hard as she dared. She would stop the blood. She would hold him and stop his life from escaping. She would hold life inside him and he wouldn’t die

Let me guess: you're secretly a wizard who was raised by muggles.

Too bad we don't have marshmallows. This is an amazing fire." Howard emerged through the smoke behind Edilio.