That scent. The moment I dread most every time you leave… is when it fades. When you’re really gone.

You are a first draft of what nature intended.

There is a cost to all creation. A sacrifice that is always made.

There’s no power in puppeting fools, especially one who’d sooner fondle his sorceress than listen to her.

We have to cling to something. If we don’t, the world descends into chaos.