Without Conflict There Is No Plot, Without

Aren't You, Uh... Reproducing? "sure, We Love Reproducing It's One Of Our Favorite Things.

James, You Are All The Family I Have. I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years. I Owe You Everything, And If You Cannot Believe I Have Empathy, Perhaps You Might At Least Believe I Know Honor--honor, And Debt--

Will Tossed His Apple Core Into The Air, At The Same Time Drawing A Knife From His Belt And Throwing It. The Knife And The Apple Scaled Across The Room Together, Somehow Managing To Stick Into The Wall Just Beside Gabriel's Head, The Knife Driven Cleanly Through The Core And Into The Wood. "say That Again," Said Will. "and I'll Darken Your Daylights For You.

Carstairs Is Alright, I Suppose. If You Like That Sort.” “oh?” “the Taken. The Uninterested.” “as Opposed To… You, Gabriel?” “well, Yes.

What Did Wards Matter When You Could Create Your Own Reality Just By Drawing It?