Real life’s nasty. It’s cruel. It doesn’t care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.
I don’t think anyone ever remembers what they were really like as kids. Adults think they do, but they don’t. Photos and videos don’t capture the real you, or bring back to life the person you used to be. You have to return to the past to do that.
No, thats not how it happened… Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful… His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die. Maybe I’ll even carry them with me after I go.
That’s what you taught me – we don’t have to accept destiny or Des Tiny. We can create our own future, all of us. We have the power to rule our lives – we just have to make the choice to use it.
Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here!” “Haven’t you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?
