In their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
Running toward danger is foolhardy. … But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.
Drake. He liked dangerous pies.” “Why did he join you?” “Who would eat pie that could take over your life? Why risk it?” “Focus. Why did he join you?” “Say no to death pies. Another good motto. I’m getting a headache.” p. 432
Hello,” Newel said. “Look, Doren, we have visitors. Kendra, Seth, and … Muriel’s weirdo puppet.”….Newel grabbed Seth’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.” “So seriously,” Doren said. “What’s with the puppet?
