Thieves, Heretics, and Whores

I'd like to work with some of the videogame companies for the simple fact that they obviously need some sort of writer's help. I play videogames, and lately it's hard for me to enjoy them because I'm spending all my time cringing at the corny dialogue, thin characters, and glaring plot holes.

Could you help me catch the moon?” “I might be able to give you some advice,” the old man said reluctantly. “But first you should think this over, boy. When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you’ll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

If there is one thing I will not abide it is the folly of a willful pride.

The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.

No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.