She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

An action, to have moral worth, must be done from duty.

There's no time like the present to love deeply, claim our power and live our purpose!