It is my right, my duty, to show these assassins there’s nowhere in the Free Marches to hide.
Her torch was the only light in the cavern. Her torch was the only light in the world. She turned to go.
"Stay with me," Jaime pleaded. "Don’t leave me here alone."
A superhero, a supervillain, equal at last in all but morality.
pants-pissing losers on their first expedition
(they probably had different hair when they were younger…)
Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. (Stoker, 2013)
She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.