Tristan was silent for a few moments, looking at the leaves before them. "Life isn't about the past and the future. It's about today." He paused. "It's about five minutes from now and two seconds ago. It's moments, you know? Not years. Years aren't what define us.
How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?†“I shot him with an arrow.†“What kind of arrow?†“A sharp one.†Nate rolled his eyes. “Really, dude? A sharp one?
Are you okay? You seem ...soggy." "Soggy?" "Yes." Heather nodded. "Like you're a depressed spaghetti noodle or something.