Not That The Path Was Smooth And

No, My Young Apprentice. You Said The Exact Right Thing. Again. I'm Just Laughing At Life." "why?" He Asked, Opening Both His Eyes. "because Sometimes It's Either Laugh Or Cry. I Prefer Laugh. How About You?

People Today, Vampyres And Humans Alike, Believe The Earth Is Just A Dead Thing That They Live On-that It Is Somehow Wrong Or Evil Or Barbaric To Listen To The Voices Of The Souls Of The World, And So The Heart And The Nobility Of An Entire Way Of Life Dried Up And Withered Away.

Can't We Kidnap Old Jethro, Force Him To Help Us, Then Vanquish Him And The Healer?" Bran Choked On His Drink.

No Problem, I'll Get A Penguin To Show Us

So, Even In The Midst Of Craziness And Exhaustion And Life-changing Chaos, I Was Filled With Peace And The Sweet Knowledge That I Was Walking The Path My Goddess Wanted Me On. Not That That Path Was Smooth And Pothole Free. But Still, It Was My Path, And Like Me, It Was Bound To Be Unique." Untamed