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“You didn’t give us much choice.” Mitchell glared at her. “But once I saw your little Deathstar routine... Let’s just say I understood why.” “Told you I had a plan,” Marley beamed. “That’s the reference you get?” Reyna sighed as she dodged another attack. “Its Star Wars,” Marley shrugged. “Who doesn’t get Star Wars?” “She has a point,” Armie half-grinned as he darted away from a serpent’s mouth on his Skyboard. “Who doesn’t get Harry Potter?” Reyna asked, irritated. “So, does she,” Armie chuckled nervously. “Someone’s whipped.” Marley raised her eyebrow, bemused. “Nice to know some things never change.” “Apparently,” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Now, if we could take a break from today’s installment of ‘The Teens Of Our Lives’ —”

“Kirk...” said Kevin, finally letting go of his knees. “...I don’t think your precious friend is home right now.” Kevin drew his sword and swung it in preparation. “We’re not going to kill them,” I said. “They’re cursed.” “So are you,” Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yet you still seem to be in control of yourself... so far, anyway.”

“The great source of both the misery and disorders of human life, seems to arise from over-rating the difference between one permanent situation and another. Avarice over-rates the difference between poverty and riches: ambition, that between a private and a public station: vain-glory, that between obscurity and extensive reputation. The person under the influence of any of those extravagant passions, is not only miserable in his actual situation, but is often disposed to disturb the peace of society, in order to arrive at that which he so foolishly admires. The slightest observation, however, might satisfy him, that, in all the ordinary situations of human life, a well-disposed mind may be equally calm, equally cheerful, and equally contented. Some of those situations may, no doubt, deserve to be preferred to others: but none of them can deserve to be pursued with that passionate ardour which drives us to violate the rules either of prudence or of justice; or to corrupt the future tranquillity of our minds, either by shame from the remembrance of our own folly, or by remorse from the horror of our own injustice.”

“Crager hold the key to our city's survival. Ensign, I know you've never been tested out in the field. We need a sample. He's a monster, son. Something morphed and mutated. He's a nomad running amok in the world with nothing tethering him to civilization. It's asking a lot, but we need you." Grayson heard his mother's voice”

“He knew another place, a wood, And in it, tall as trees, were cliffs; And if he stood on one of these, 'Twould be among the tops of trees, Their upper branches round him wreathing, Their breathing mingled with his breathing. If-if he stood! Enough of ifs! He knew a path that wanted walking; He knew a spring that wanted drinking; A thought that wanted further thinking; A love that wanted re-renewing. Nor was this just a way of talking To save him the expense of doing. With him it boded action, deed.”