I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.
It's safe to tell a secret to one, Risky to tell it to two. To tell it to three is thoughtless folly, Everyone else will know.
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
Only the man who has known freedom Can define his prison.
Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul
He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.