Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.

He left the key in the ignition. No one was likely to come up here and steal the truck- and if anyone did... well, he could deal with Charles

Samuel laughed out loud. "You still haven't figured it out, have you, Mercy? He never was mad about the car. He was the first one at the scene of the accident. He thought you'd killed yourself. We all did. That was a pretty spectacular wreck.

Wizards don't all look alike.

People as old and powerful as he should never be given someone to love. For Anna he would destroy the world.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.

It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.