"So how are we going to get those werewolves out of our house. I worked way to hard on it to let them do anything to it. They shouldn't want us any more. We're humans, not vampires." Colt sighed, he stroked Tristian's little hand and smiled down at him.
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)