"Oh, that this too, too sullied flesh would melt, / Thaw, and resolve itself into a few, / Or that the Everlasting had not fixed / His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God, God!" (I.II.129)

"hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it." - Neil Josten, all for the game


The smoke floated around us, and when I held my hand in his, I knew there was no place I'd rather be.

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Maybe it was the alcohol swirling in his blood, but suddenly Shiloh was hit with a bolt of courage and grasped the boy's jaw, pulling him close.