The ninety and nine are with dreams, content, but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true. - Edgar Allan Poe
The woman's face was grimly drawn, an ugly expression on an indescribably beautiful face. This is the Shadowdun. You know who I am, but I wish to know you more. What is your name? Her voice was rich; it sounded sweet and smooth in Athena's ears, like soft honey. She hated every last word. - Kendra Sunderson