“Apologies,” Mia frowned, searching the floor as if looking for something. “I appear to have misplaced the fucks I give for what you think...”
Too many books. Too few centuries.
The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow.
When all is bood, blood is all.
Own nothing. Know nothing. Be nothing.
Because then you can do anything.
"Just so you know, if it comes down to cannibalism, you get eaten first."
Though she knew she should probably be frightened at the sight, instead Mia took a deep breath, combed her fingers through her air, and stepped out of the alley, right into a slop pile of what she hoped was mud.*
* It was not mud. Alas.
"If I were going to name my blade," Mia said thoughtfully, "I'd call it 'Fluffy.'"
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