Sometimes humanity is the reason we can't have nice things

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.

A martyr's just a casualty with really good PR.

Hello?” I peered into the shadows. Two green circles flashed in the dark. I yelped, jumping backward and pressing myself against the wall. “And may I wish a very good morning to you, too, October.” The voice was amused, underscored by a chuckle like thick cream. “What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

Sometimes in the news, "luck" is just a matter of "capitalizing on someone else's pain.

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.