I swallow when I see her, the bite speeded all down her back, and she weakly opens her eyes, not looking at me but sensing we're here, "I can't fight it," She whispers, "I-It hurts..."
Not sure what to say, I look back at Jag, "What has she been doing?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality
