A true human would have collapsed within seconds, but not this assassin. Instead, impossibly, he grabbed Volcrian's hand and twisted it back. Volcrian heard his bones crunch, saw his fingers twist into unnatural shapes.

A shooting star, a cloud, or some sign from the Goddess....? One second later, the world shattered. Her father's grumbling voice was suddenly cut off by an ear-splitting crashhhh! The skylight exploded into a million pieces.

I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

This is America. People do whatever the fuck they feel like doing, you got a problem with that? Because they have a right to. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them.

When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.

After being bombarded endlessly by road-safety propaganda it was almost a relief to find myself in an actual accident.