In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

The more limitations you put on a character often times the better a character you'll make them, the more interesting the story becomes because the character can't simply wave a hand and make something happen. They have to work within the framework.

Does one deserve to have evil done to her by consequence of putting herself where evil can reach her?

I point out truths when I see them, Brightlord Sadeas. Each man has his place. Mine is to make insults. Yours is to be in-sluts.

It seems that the rebels found the chaos of transition more difficult to accept than the tyranny they had known before. They joyfully welcomed back authority-even oppressive authority-for it was less painful for them than uncertainty.

Every man is a hero of his own story.

Remember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it's never going to be perfect on your first pass.