She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

The Professor gripped his axe, having pulled it, with some difficulty, from the boy's head.

Tilly screamed. Anna__ shocked brain only registered annoyance at the sound. Really, when had someone screaming ever solved a problem? She recognized her fixation on this irritation as her own way of avoiding the horror in front of her, but only in a distant and dreamy sort of way.

An action, to have moral worth, must be done from duty.

There's no time like the present to love deeply, claim our power and live our purpose!

Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.