There's no set futures, only the one we make." - Marina / Seven

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

A normal life. Such a simple idea, but it's almost impossible for me to picture.

If you ever know a man who tries to drown his sorrows, kindly inform him his sorrows know how to swim.

A place is only as good as the people in it.

Strength, confidence, humility and love. Hector Ricardo's four tenets of life.

I don't know why I still feel this pit in my stomach whenever I get a moment to think. I know what the pit is, too; I feel lonely. But I'm not alone, I keep telling myself.