She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.

...a truth you don't understand is more dangerous than a lie.

If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.

She laughed like she'd just invented laughter.​

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing. I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.