The fire, the fire. It rages within, a campfire and then an inferno, and my body is its fuel. I feel it racing through me, eating away at the weight. There is nothing that can kill me now; I am powerful and invincible and eternal.

Can you be a girl for a few seconds?" "I'm always a girl" I frown. "You know what I mean. Like a silly, annoying girl" I twirl my hair around my finger. "Kay.

Do remember, though, that sometimes the people you oppress become mightier than you would like.

My father says that those who want power and get it live in terror of losing it. That's why we have to give power to those who do not want it.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.

Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.