I Was Very Strict On That Point.

I'd Been Staring At The Search Term For At Least Five Minutes. One Word. Necromancer.

I Remember Hearing Myself Start To Whimper, A Five-year-old, Crouched By The Side Of The Road, Staring Into My Father's Eyes, Whimpering Because It Was So Dark And There Was No One Coming To Help, Whimpering Because My Mother Was Back In The Crushed Car, Not Moving, And My Father Was Lying Here In The Dirt, Not Answering Me, Not Holding Me, Not Comforting Me, Not Helping My Mother Get Out Of The Car, And There Was Blood, So Much Blood, And Broken Glass Everywhere, And It Was So Dark And So Cold And No One Was Coming To Help.

Never Go Easy On Allies If You Ahve To Take Them Down. Especially Allies. You’re Already Fighting The Urge Not To Hurt Them. Counteract That And Hit Them With Everything You’ve Got.

He Stood And Inhaled, Then Walked A Few More Feet, Stooped, And Prodded A Chunk Of Rabbit Fur. “i’m Definitely Thinking Something With More Body Parts,” I Said. “like A Head.” He Gave A Snort Of A Laugh. “it’s Probably Around Here Somewhere, But I Suppose You Want The Parts Attached, Too.

A Stereotype Becomes A Stereotype When A Significant Percentage Of The Population Appears To Conform To It.