You Smell Of Other Peoples Blood, Ma

Never Throw Stones If You Think They're Going To Come Back And Hit You.

It's Not About Winning, Haven. I'm Not A Prize To Be Won. I'm Not The Princess That Needs Rescuing From The Dragon. I'm The Prince And I Kill My Own Monsters. You Need To Be Ok With That. -anita Blake

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

Fear, The Strength Of Earth's Religions, Gripping Every Living Soul, Was A Monstrous Human Error For The Making Of Men Whole.

Edward's Grief If You Die Will Be A Terrible Thing. It Will Hurt Him, A Lot, And Men Like Him Never Grieve Alone. He Will Spread His Grief All Over Us, Not Because We Failed, But Because It'll Give Him Something To Focus On So He Doesn't Have To Feel The Pain.