No, do not let your fears eat the happiness in front of you. Or your grief consume your future? That was harder. - Lois McMaster Bujold

Women. Uterine replicators with legs, as it were.

Your “accidents,” I once noticed, have ways of entangling your enemies that are the green envy of mature and careful strategists. Far too consistent for chance, I concluded it had to be unconscious will.

Signs of the Bastard's holy presence tend to be unmistakable, to those who know Him. The screaming, the altercations, the people running in circles - all that was lacking was something bursting into flame, and I was not entirely sure for a moment you weren't going to provide that as well.