Dakota's Head Was Stuck In

Words Are The Source Of All Power. And Names Are More Than Just A Collection Of Letters.

I’ll Distract Them,” Carter Said. “you Search. The Trophy Room Is Through There.” “carter!” But The Fool Ran Off To Protect Me. I Hate When He Does That.

Hope Survives Best At The Hearth.

I Prayed The Monsters Would Give Up. Or That Perhaps Philip Of Macedonia Would Climb Back To The Terrace (do Crocodiles Climb?) And Renew The Fight.

With Great Power... Comes Great Need To Take A Nap. Wake Me Up Later.