“Can I... cut your hair?”

Ralia laughed. “Zeggin' Tev! You made me lose my focus. I'll have to start over again.”

“Can I?” Tevon asked me.

“No! Again, you zegging creep. What is your problem? Stop asking me!”

"This time, something does seem different. I feel there is a deadly sliver of truth within the rumors. After two thousand years, I fear the Return has come."

““It sucks having a famous dad,” DJ continued to think out loud. “Everyone expects me to be just like him, but look at me.” He gestured to himself. “Not exactly dragon slaying material.”

“He who sees evil and does naught is just as complicit as those who stain their hands with the act.”

“My mentor once told me I wouldn't die. She thought I was way too stubborn to open the door when Death knocked. But when Death came for her, he didn't pound on the door.”

“He could only stumble backward down the corridor as the long blade slashed and tore through the air. It had to weigh a ton, but they carried its momentum into each swing like a dancer of death.”