If You Wanted To Remold People, You

How Do You Prove We Exist? Maybe We Don't.

I Said Earlier That Dead Things Don't Always Stay Dead. Well, I'm One Of Them. Don't Worry - I'm Not Like The Strigoi. But I Did Die Once (i Don't Recommend It).

We're Pieces On A Gameboard, Dr. March, And Some Of Us Are More Powerful Than Others. You. Me. Her. We're The Ones The Gods Want. We're The Ones They're Fighting Over.

He Used To Talk To Me About Russia All The Time And Had Sworn Up And Down That I'd Love It Here. "to You, It'd Be Like A Fairy Tale," He'd Told Me. "sorry, Comrade. Borg And Out-of-date Music Aren't Part Of Any Happy Ending I've Ever Imagined." "borscht, Not Borg. And I've Seen Your Appetite. If You Were Hungry Enough, You'd Eat It." "so Starvation's Necessary For This Fairy Tale To Work Out?

Abe Glanced At Rose. "you See That?" He Said. "now That's Devotion." She Rolled Her Eyes At Him.