Such an Ibisian scene: both their faces were formal masks, their posture correct, pain kept inside where it cut deeper.

To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.

A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there's not a chance they would go there.

I walked into adventure and adventure has given me blisters.

What are they – is that a bazooka?

I blame Doctor Who. Mr Spock. The Scooby Gang: both the ones in the Mystery Machine and the ones with the stakes. I've spent my life with stories of people who don't walk away, who go back for their friends, who make that last stand. I've been brainwashed by Samwise Gamgee.

She didn't know if she was crying because Illukar was going to die, or because Ieskar already had.

I knew if I started touching you I wouldn't be able to stop.

Can you truly tell me, you with your heart leaping over itself in fright, that you can be my lover? My friend and helpmeet, my comfort and passion? Because I would not accept less.

I'm out of tissues for toilet paper too. History notes just aren't....up to scratch