There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though...well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do.

Some people have a gift for stupidity, an almost mystic ability to withstand any form of logic.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple.

Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, respect. All these things have to be earned.

Miracles are merely events that happen just when they are needed.

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.