Hell has all the best musicians.

Talking at someone is only fun for so long. That's all being a sect leader is: talking and talking to people bound by courtesy to listen to you. It's so fucking dull. A relief, then, to face one’s equal, and no less an old friend who is inclined to interrupt you whenever you ramble. He likes it. It’s one of Jiang Cheng’s best qualities.

In the years after Guanyin Temple, Nie Huaisang attends to unfinished business.

Withnail is a rare kind of creature and Marwood is still young enough to think this is a good thing.

He has never taken a disciple before this one, that is true, but Yin Chen has long been enlightened as to what such an arrangement entails.

Bodhi lied to Cassian about how he and Galen met. Obviously the actual truth is "space Grindr."

Seth and Kate's maiden voyage.

Max is there with her, even when he isn't.

Jerry’s house has many rooms.

Before Galen's message made it to Saw Gerrera, he had to find someone to take it. He saw Bodhi as a relatively easy mark. It might have been easier for them both if it had stayed that simple.

“You found me.” The almost suffocated inanity that spills out of Tang Fan’s mouth cuts down all other riotous, competing sound in the room, in Sui Zhou’s head. “I called out to you.”

“I heard you,” Sui Zhou murmurs. Even this is too much to give his voice to. He gives it over despite himself. He gives himself over in spite of many selves for Tang Fan.