"Now I'm dying, what wonderful luck." "Don't talk like that," Alistair said working on the wound. "At least I'll die handsome..."
"Before meeting Rik, I thought the whole seventh son of a seventh son crap was just old folklore... Or an Iron Maiden album."
"We're in the news!" Asil wearily took off her mask. "Like somebody's blog? Or―" Clair thrust a smartphone at her. "The Daily Show!"
The algae flourished throughout her skin, a symbiosis that turned her a chlorophyll green. Fortunately, she loved the color.
The orderly stabs a syringe into a bottle of Drano and fills it. Paralyzed in the hospital bed, it's soon hovering over your eye.
"I think that through myth people remember, in a way. They remember that we were here once before.”
They embraced, electrical powers throwing sparks. Her lips smoked. "If that's a kiss, we're gonna light up the night in a minute!"
"I am... SHADOW BALLERINA!!!" Asil grabbed her by the tutu. "Another theme villain? You guys seriously need to get a life!"
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