I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.
Some lines were never meant to be crossed, however good your cause may seem.
In my defense, the corpse was entirely unexpected.
Librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.
Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.
...If there’s a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is.” I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... “I just want to know that he’s there, so that I can die knowing there’s going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.