You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.

Lord, if what I'm doing is wrong, then by all means strike me down. Otherwise set me free.

In this world, there is a fine line between enlightenment and brain damage.

Milestone! This is a momentous occasion," he tells her cheerily. "It should be witnessed by a friend." She throws him an icy gaze, and he does a verbal back pedal. "Aaaand since no friends are present, I'll have to do.

Hope can be bruised and battered. It can be forced underground and even rendered unconscious, but hope cannot be killed.

Tranq'd by your own gun,"Lev says."How pathetic.

Dreams can twist your emotions like no reality can.