I've never been quite sure what the point of a eunuch is, if truth be told. It seems to me they're only men with the useful bits cut off.

A man who fights for coin is loyal only to his purse.

Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.

Yes - 90% of fantasy is crap. And so is 90% of science fiction and 90% of mystery fiction and 90% of literary fiction.

I have the virtue of being still amongst the living. Some would say that is my only virtue.

Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm, or the gods, or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.