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“I don't think anyone sets out to be a hero or a role model. I don't think that's how you become those things. But when you set out to follow your dreams—when you set goals and go after them with hard work and persistence and faith and integrity—then you start creating a path that others will want to follow because of the light that you shine. If you set out to be the best version of yourself, there's no way you can go wrong.”

“The new non-Dionysiac spirit is most clearly apparent in the endings of the new dramas. At the end of the old tragedies there was a sense of metaphysical conciliation without which it is impossible to imagine our taking delight in tragedy; perhaps the conciliatory tones from another world echo most purely in Oedipus at Colonus. Now, once tragedy had lost the genius of music, tragedy in the strictest sense was dead: for where was that metaphysical consolation now to be found? Hence an earthly resolution for tragic dissonance was sought; the hero, having been adequately tormented by fate, won his well-earned reward in a stately marriage and tokens of divine honour. The hero had become a gladiator, granted freedom once he had been satisfactorily flayed and scarred. Metaphysical consolation had been ousted by the deus ex machina.”

“And isn’t that the problem with heroes? Without an adversary to fight and hapless people to protect, heroes feel irrelevant, pointless even. Heroes are defined by their opponents—the more formidable the opponents, the more potent are the heroes. So, rather than defining the hero by his own merit, heroism is relative. If a man killed a small poisonous snake, he would be applauded for a minute. If he slew a lion, he would be spoken of for years. If he slew a dragon, generations would talk about him. The other thing about being a hero is that every spectator has a different sense of what is right. A hero in the eyes of one could be a murderer in the eyes of another. By that logic, one man’s hero may not be another man’s hero. A mongoose is a hero when it is fighting against a cobra, and when there is no cobra, it is just a rodent—a pest. A snake is poisonous and can kill. A lion is dangerous and can tear you apart. And a dragon is fearsome and can burn you to ashes. And a hero who kills them becomes part of the folklore. But has someone asked the snake’s mate, the lion’s cub, or the dragon’s worshippers what they think of this hero? More importantly, has someone asked a person living with a hero constantly? Imagine being reverential every time you see or talk to them forever. It is impossible! Once the awe fades, you see a hero as an average person. Peace and normalcy relegate a hero to the crowds of commoners going about their daily chores”

“The reappraisal of a historical figure always presents a difficult problem, particularly when his history is comparatively recent, and during the intervening years other people have given their own version of his character and the events of his life -- some of them nearer to him in time than others, and those not infrequently hostile to the principles and ideas which guided him through his span on earth. The heroes of yesterday are often mocked and reviled by the rising generation, who are trying by all means to free themselves from the restraints of the past.”

“The lesson here is that if you watch the side characters in a love story, you might notice the lovers treating them like garbage, with the excuse that they're doing it for love. But another lesson might be that maybe you're not the hero of every story, and maybe Farhad was Shirin's true love, or maybe there isn't just one person designated for everybody. Maybe there's a lot more to it--maybe you choose and you practice and that's what makes the love true.”

“I used to be all about the final girl standing on top of a pile of the dead at the end of the movie, her face dripping blood, her chest heaving, her eyes fierce. Now I’m all about holding the door of the slasher-proof shelter open, so everybody can duck in, ride this out.”

“...They never let you be famous and happy.' He lifted an eyebrow. 'I'll tell you a secret.' 'Tell me.' I loved it when he was like this. 'I'm going to be the first.' He took my palm and held it to his. 'Swear it.' 'Why me?' 'Because you're the reason. Swear it.' 'I swear it,' I said, lost in the high colour of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.”

“The dark object stepped out of the bushes’ shades to reveal a young rabbit-like creature. He was light brown, with long and wide large ears, skinny long legs, an agile body, large yellow eyes, and a fuzzy small tail. “You are a cute bunny!!” said Nader. “I’m not a bunny! I am he, the most fearless, the bravest, and most courageous, Shuja’ , the Arabian hare,”

“Everybody knows that you need more prevention than treatment, but few reward acts of prevention. We glorify those who left their names in history books at the expense of those contributors about whom our books are silent. We humans are not just a superficial race (this may be curable to some extent); we are a very unfair one.”

“I cannont believe in anything else. A man needs heroes. He needs to believe in strength, nobility and courage. Otherwise we become sheep to be herded to the slaughterhouse of death. I believe this. I am a soldier. I try to fight for the right cause. Sometimes it is hard to know. But I do not sit back and sneer in cowardice at those with the courage to fight. The blood of good men makes the earth rich, as it is here. When I die sword in hand, I hope someone lives to sing of it. I live my life so that when death comes I may die well. I ask no more." ~Jublain~”

“No one spotted anything wrong with the pilot’s ID?” Mr Brown stepped closer and studied the corpse. “Interesting. Same modus as they used with Ms Hollister?” He stepped back to gain perspective and looked round. “Have forensics examined her?” “Yes, sir. Confirmed the use of a needle dart. They say it is difficult to put a time of death on her because the killer used a body coolant to drop the temperature and preserve it. One other thing, sir. Someone took a skin peel from her hands, and they made a face mould and took hair from her head.” “Professional then.” Mr Brown paused. “Very well, I’ll talk to the head of forensics. Inform next of kin and prepare a media release.” He ran a check. “If whoever killed her piloted the last shuttle to the surface and used her ID and passed the DNA check, that means the murderer is now on Mars.” Turning to go, he ordered, “Hold the next of kin and media release until I say otherwise. I don’t want anyone to know we’ve found her.””

“One reason she had been as successful an assassin had always been her attention to detail, but the weeks of using the cream to maintain her disguise as the hapless dock technician, were taking their toll. Details slipped her mind occasionally, and concentrating was sometimes hard. She’d used the time she had available to study her target, learn his mannerisms and speech pattern, food and clothing preferences. Most of this possible with the right programs and access to the dock AI system. Those hours ‘at work’ in the Fabrication Unit had been well spent, and supplemented by frequenting places where she could observe him. The lack of her usual team of ‘daemons’ had created a number of difficulties, and though she wondered how Security had managed to take them down so quickly, she didn’t waste time worrying over it. Now she knew who he associated with, and his sexuality—all of it vital if she was to escape detection in such a high profile role.”

“Ms Dysson is here, sir.” The Admiral stood to greet her. “Good evening, Ms Dysson. Admiral Burton.” Unrecognisable as Mr Brown in his full uniform and with the facial modifiers removed, the Admiral indicated a chair. “Let’s get right to it, shall we? You’ve been on my radar for some time now, so I think we can be frank with one another.”

“But the wavering and finding of the realm door didn’t give him much of his expectation, and his long waiting and wondering turned into some more horrific. He had experienced the perception of something’s presence but couldn’t identify what could be around, he knew something in the dark is watching over him, and once encountered a streak of red glow. He was snatched from behind, a big jaw that gripped his shoulder, he had the chance to catch a glimpse of the strong beast, but his fear of the encounter shut him to unawareness and unconsciousness. Zenie boy was dragged like a rag doll farther from the original spot where the realm door had emerged...but unaware to both the beast and the boy, the realm door emerges again.”