Katrina

“Out of the black cave of time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“I was only in my thirties but I was old. You don’t measure age in years, you measure it in lessons learned and repeated mistakes and how hard it is to force a little hope into your heart. Old just means jaded and cynical and tired. And boy, was I tired.”
― Luke Arnold, The Last Smile in Sunder City

“The hero pays the price.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magician King

“You want a beer?” Amos asked. “You’re having beer for breakfast?” “Figure it’s dinner for you,” Amos said. The man was right. Miller needed sleep. He hadn’t managed more than a catnap since they’d scuttled the stealth ship, and that had been plagued by strange dreams. He yawned at the thought of yawning, but the tension in his gut said he was more likely to spend the day watching newsfeeds than resting. “It’s probably breakfast again,” Miller said. “Want some beer for breakfast?” Amos asked. “Sure.”
― James S.A. Corey, Leviathan Wakes