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.
Well then you just have to find the heroism within yourself and play out the hand you’ve been dealt. The universe never sets a challenge that can’t be met. You just need to believe in yourself in order to find the strength to face it.
beg you. You’re civilised people. Help me!” “We can’t,” Prae says coldly. “Even if we wanted to – and personally I have no problem with him gutting you – we couldn’t. He’s not ours to control. He’s one of your specimens. You helped create him – now you have to deal with him
No. You know this is wrong and you want to feel better about it. You don’t want to admit your as ruthless and monstrous as the demons you claim to hate.
I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.
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.
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.
