The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
Brandon MullJason decided not to add that the best way to get him to focus on something was to tell him not to think about it.
Brandon MullIn their youth, mortals behave more like nymphs. Adulthood seems impossibly distant, let alone the enfeeblement of old age. But ponderously, inevitably, it overtakes you.
Brandon MullIt's easy to make up weird stuff. It gets trickier when you want the weird stuff to be interesting and make sense.
Brandon MullThe comforts of life as a fugitive," Drake sighed. "Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.
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