I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?

But you're like me,” he says. “An outsider. Different. A freak. We're both weird, which is why we get along.

I won't die. I won't give those ghouls the pleasure. I'll live and grow strong. I'll escape, then hunt them down and make them suffer.

The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani as a slave, but as an equal.

To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it. That is why we'll never rule this world. We have the power to bend all men to our whim, but are forever pushing ourselves further,trying to fly higher...and falling

A world without pain, loss, betrayal, hate, death, loneliness? Impossible!

Better to die for my people in my own land than rule in another and suffer a lifetime of cowardly guilt.