I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

I believe it, Chronicler found himself thinking. Before it was just a story, but now I can believe it. This is the face of a man who has killed an angel.

I guess I'm destined to be loveless

He then proceeded to shout at Alpha and Beta, a sign that he was in a genuine good mood. They took it as calmly as ever, in spite of the fact that he accused them of things I'm sure no donkey has ever willingly done, especially not Beta, who possessed impeccable moral character.

By your logic I should also be in charge of Solinade dances, needlework, and horse thieving.

I need you to breathe for me.