Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.
One must gauge one’s trust carefully.
To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it.
Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower.
A nervous silence loosens tongues.
It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you.
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer.
Spontaneity is the province of youth.
Wars come and go; politics endure.
Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god’s chosen.
For every victory there is a price.
Some chains are forged for us – those are the hardest to bear.
What is fear but courage’s shadow?
Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing’s true value.
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.