Scorched Shadows

Sunshine fucked off about two days ago,” Remy told her. “Right now I’m a bundle of barely-held-together anxiety, rage, and just a smidge of sexual allure.

There’s nothing here. That’s the beauty of this part of the world: there’s fuck all bastards to ruin it.

am Lucifer,” he started. “A few things. I’m not a suave, womanizing nightclub owner. I’m not evil. I’m not the Prince of Darkness. I have never met God, or an angel, or demons. I’ve never been to hell. I have no idea if heaven and hell are real. I am not the Prince of Lies. My last name isn’t Morningstar. I am not a dragon. I have not once accepted souls from someone at a crossroad in exchange for anything. Ever. I do not know anyone with the surname of Winchester. I am not the devil, or Crowley, or Satan, or any of the other dozen or so names that person possesses.” “Well, that summed up a lot of my questions,” Sky said. “And all sarcastic questions, too.

And if you’re wrong?” Fiona asked. “We waste an hour and know I was wrong. I’ll even let you sing a song about how wrong I was.” He paused and held Fiona’s gaze. “I’m not, though.

Wisdom is never easy. That’s the point of obtaining it. If it were easy, we’d all be wise, and we’d all do the right thing all the time.

As a rule, people—human or otherwise—don’t think of themselves as the bad guy. They rationalize, and create a narrative where what they’re doing is just fine. Everyone says they have a line they won’t cross, but when everyone around you is crossing it and making a new line further and further into the distance, it takes a strong person to say no and walk away.

I’m going to come back here, remove your other arm, and I’m going to beat you to death with it.

Everyone says they have a line they won’t cross, but when everyone around you is crossing it and making a new line further and further into the distance, it takes a strong person to say no and walk away.

I never said it was a rational problem,” Galahad said. “Just one that is yelled at high volume.