We will meet again.
"Not if I can help it," said Constantine. Junior had landed on his head and was clumsily attempting to balance all four of her feet on him. "Stop that. You're too fat for that now. Get down here."
You cannot help it, the dragon informed him. It is the way it must be. It is beyond your power to change your course.
"I don't believe in gods or fate if that's what you're hinting at, but we can agree to disagree."
I do not speak of gods, but the press of nature. Just as water flows seaward and as the sun rises each day. You are already following the path carved for your feet.
Constantine raised his hand in a dismissive gesture. "All right," he said, though it was plain from his tone that nothing the dragon had said was 'all right' with him. It wasn't worth the trouble
