I have strong feelings for you, I just haven't decided if their positive or negitive yet.A

True success requires sacrifice.

There," Zoë suggested."By the Embarcadero Building." "Good thinking," Chuck said. "Me and Hank can blend in with the pigeons." We all looked at him. "Kidding," he said. "Sheesh, can't a statues have a sense of humor?

Where's the glory in repeating what others have done?

Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the posibilities were good.

The dead aren't scary. They are just sad.

We stepped back and looked at the king of the gods, slumped in his chair snoring, and cradling his crook like a teddy bear. I placed the war flail across his lap, hoping it might make a difference—maybe complete his powers or something. No such luck. "Sick weasels," Ra muttered. "Behold," Sadie said bitterly. "the glorious Ra.