If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.
There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.
Loneliness is a darkness of the soul
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.
Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Once upon a time there was a Stop this. It's undignified.