I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!" shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.

They done Wrong Like ink from a busted pen Thrown away 'cause of someone else Used up But he come back Dressed in night Fine as a king With his queen The wrong Made right So right.

Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.

Night can't cloak your scarlet dream. Accept Desire's call.

What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?

I stared at myself in the mirror. Okay, just ugh. I had to get some sleep tonight - the bags under my eyes had bags.

Hades was the personification of dark and dangerous--a living, breathing Batman.