Time to grow up. Time to stop bawling. Time to do SOMETHING. And that means, if I'm not sleeping, my nerd-herd isn't sleeping either-sun or no sun.

The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

Not that the path was smooth and pothole free. But still, it was my path, and like me, it was bound to be unique." -Zoey

Yeah, I know you. I made you up. This is my dream. You're a mixture of Zac Efron and Johnny Depp.

...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

Neferet, you're nuttier than squirrel turds.

No matter what else, we have love. Always love.