Peace was never an option

Seldom, very seldom does complete truth belong to any human disclosure; seldom can it happen that something is not a little disguised or a little mistaken.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

They expect her to run. They know she will run. And she does. But at them.

the head is too wise the heart is all fire

She's like a Dalek with a blacklist. Absolutely relentless.

It was a pleasure to burn.

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.

But for once, I see all those characters and I don't really envy them their fantasy worlds. I'm okay with my reality, as messy and imperfect as it may be. I don't really know what comes next, but honestly isn't that the best part of writing a story anyway? Maybe it's the best part of real life, too.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn, not easily mended.