That's not good, that's triumph. - Sherwood Smith

Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it’s a villain.

Memory warps time, as it does the sights and sounds and smells of reality; for what shapes it is emotion, which can twist what seems clear, just as the surface of a pond seems to bend the stick thrust into the water.

What's it really like to always be the prettiest person in a room? Dos it mean you're always acting as if in a play, because no one stops looking at you?