I love you Mark…” Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney…” Mark, PoR.
D. J. MACHALEI love you Mark…” Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney…” Mark, PoR.
D. J. MACHALESpader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me!
D. J. MACHALEI knew what Saint Dane was sensing. I knew why he was confused. he thought I was done. He thought we were done. He was wrong, and that’s what he was sensing. He felt our presence.
D. J. MACHALEThere were eleven of us. Each more different than the next. All with the same mindset. Things weren’t the way they were meant to be. It was our job to make things right. We were the soldiers of Halla. It was time for us to take it back.
D. J. MACHALEDont you know… I’m the boggyman.”-St. Dane
D. J. MACHALEYou want to kill me, don’t you? And here I thought you and your friends were so righteous. You are just as capable of evil as anyone. Perhaps more so. Yet you believe your brand of evil is justified, so long as it serves your own misguided purposes.” –Saint Dane
D. J. MACHALEThere are two types of people in this world. People who hate clowns…and clowns. (Bobby Pendragon)
D. J. MACHALESiry answered with one simple, shattering word. “Veelox.
D. J. MACHALEAja gave Loor an up and down once-over. She then said, “Is Loor a man’s name or a woman’s name?” Ouch. Loor answered, “It is the name of a legendary hero on Zadaa. A woman.” Really?” Aja said. “What did she do that was so heroic?” She killed her enemies and ate them.
D. J. MACHALEI went to the four levers. None of them were marked. There was only one way to figure out which one was the right one. I had to call upon all my Traveler experience and special powers to figure it out. It’s called…Eenie, meenie, miney…mo!” -Bobby Pendragon
D. J. MACHALEThe history of each and every territory is written in the blood of those who died trying to fulfill the aspirations of their ambitious leaders.
D. J. MACHALEYou’d better put sunblock on that skeleton head of yours. You’re gonna fry.” -Bobby
D. J. MACHALEAt least I thought it was a wall. It sure felt like one. It was hard. It was flat. It stretched out on either side of me. You know… wall.
D. J. MACHALEYou can’t have pride without humility. Aggression without tolerance. Strength without compassion. Power without restraint.
D. J. MACHALEI felt as if I learned a few things. I learned that it’s sometimes okay to think like a weenie, so long as you don’t act like one—at least not all the time. I learned that it’s okay to be wrong, as long as you can admit it and are willing to listen to those who may know better.
D. J. MACHALEWhat exactly is a french before it’s fried?
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