You’re with me today. I need someone to watch my back. Maybe to help me eat a hot dog later.
I know you haven’t burned down any buildings in a while,” she said, “but if you start feeling the need...
I put the “ic” in “Magic.
We just have to have faith. The good Lord wouldn’t give us more than we could bear.
They get caught up in right and wrong. Or right and left. But none of that stuff matters if people aren’t free.” Titania.
Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away. My.
Better to have the magical arsenal and not need it, than to not have it and get killed to death. I.
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed.
See, that’s the tragedy of the human condition. No one wants to be corrupted by power when they set out to get it. They have good, even noble reasons for doing whatever it is they do. They don’t want to misuse it, they don’t want to abuse it, and they don’t want to become vicious monsters. Good people, decent people, set out to take the high road, to pick up power without letting it.
And sometimes you are what’s coming around.
I’m sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.
A stuffed animal, man!” I roared at him. “Don’t mess with a wizard when he’s wizarding!
Every relationship ended. Sometimes it ended voluntarily with a break-up or an affair. Sometimes it ended with death. Only the lucky ones died together. Everyone else had to suffer through being a survivor. And she hated that term most of all.
Anger is my hiding place from fear, my shield and my sword against it. I.
Somewhere along the way, their passion had become bottled anger. The anger had fermented into bitter hatred. Then the hatred had fed upon itself, gnawing away at them over years, even decades, until only a shell of cold iron and colder hate remained.
I simply described him in accurate terms. If he finds himself insulted by the truth, it’s hardly my concern.” A.
What matters is the success or failure of your will. Your will to overcome human weakness. Your will to work. To learn. I will have no shirkers here, boy.
We find Maggie,” I said. “We take her back. And we kill anyone who gets in the way.” Susan.
But a century from now, your mortal associates will be rotting in the earth, whereas, barring amputation or radical shifts in fashion, you will still be putting your pants on one leg at a time.
It is going to work,” I told her, keeping my tone confident. “We’ll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us.” Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. “The Rack?” “The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine,” I told her soberly. “It’s an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.