In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.

I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.

In the glass burrow beneath their feet, the flames began to rise. First the flames, and then the screams

Difficult" and "impossible" are cousins often mistaken for one another, with very little in common." (Locke Lamora to Requin)

What is government but theft by consent?