I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

The woman gestured to a seat and put on a patient face. An impatient sort of patient face, like an impatient face dressing up as a patient one for Halloween.

And new, too. Remade. Ready to move again. Listening was the start, she decided. Doing was the next step.

You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

No wolf falters before the bite So strike No hawk wavers before the dive Just strike