If you let vengeance fill your heart and resign yourself to die in the futile attempt to achieve it, there will be no going back.”“I have to aveng... my family, I have to avenge Troy, and if Nemesis herself will not punish the gods for their sins, then I will!” Felix countered, trying to stand up but instantly falling back to his knees.“You can’t leave and die in the name of vengeance, you have to stay here and live! I don’t care about being alone anymore! I just want you to be happy and alive! I. Corpses were without value, a waste of profits. Those who resisted had their homes razed, given over to the fires. Those who went quietly suffered no further injury. One by one, the town was collected in the square, their limbs bound, and guarded by the youngest and oldest amongst the raiders, while those in the prime of their lives continued to hunt out the survivors. The sky turned grey, discolored by smoke, before their work was done. But soon, the entire town was gathered. The largest. “You’re almost thirty-four.”“Yes, and you’re nineteen.”“I think that’s different. I’m not saying a girl shouldn’t make up her own mind, just that it would be a bit strange.”“You aren’t the only one to think that,” Kara said. “There are plenty of teenage girls who think that’s gross or whatever. But not all of them.”“I guess I see that things change when you turn eighteen,” Maria Cristina replied.“And what would you tell Birgit?” I asked.Maria Cristina smiled, “That she has to make her own. For one bizarre and irrational moment, you imagine yourself on the way to Hogwarts or some other school of juvenile literature.Cautiously, you slide the prospectus for St Mabyn’s out of its protective envelope. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’.