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.
You’re free to dream however you wish,” Nollin teased. “But don’t ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic-” “Then don’t ask us to share your weakness!” Jason interrupted.
The surprise is on the far side.” “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “It better not be another fairy,” Seth said. “What’s the matter with fairies?” “I’ve already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.
I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue. “What do you want?” Jason asked. No answer. “Are you the thing that followed Tark?
If we might be able to save this world, how can we walk away? Too many people around here have given up! Galloran said heroes sacrifice for causes; they do things that others hide from. I may not be some great hero, but I won’t hide from this. I would never live with myself.
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
