Question of the Day: What’s your favorite board game?
She was beginning to see how difficult it was to determine who was good and who was bad, who she could trust and who she had to watch out for. Every person was a hero in his own mind, fighting for what he thought was right, or just fighting to survive another day, but no one thought they were evil.
–Serafina and the Black Cloak by Robert Beatty
There was a picture of such a serpent in the margin. Stella studied it wistfully. It looked large enough to swallow an elephant, and had a hungry expression. A serpent of that size could easily swallow a person, an Aunt for example, as easily as kiss your hand. Several Aunts, probably. It looked sufficiently hungry.