The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.
History is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. What has happened before will perforce happen again.
Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.
You'll find truth in your looking glass, not on the tongues of men.
The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning gods.
Choosing... it has always hurt. And always will. I know.