Identity was partly heritage, partly upbringing, but mostly the choices you make in life. ~ Bran

The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

She wondered that hope was so much harder then despair.

Death is not such a bad thing. What would be a bad thing would be living without challenges. Without knowing defeat, we cannot know what victory is. There is no life without death.

Much awkwardness ensued.

What do you mean?” Leslie’s voice was cool, as if she questioned witches who were flat on their backs being threatened by werewolves every day.

Take a note: it usually works better if you wait until I do something stupid before getting mad at me.