Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

YES! OH GOODNESS YES! I am a good dog… Fantastic stuff.

Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days. And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself. Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.