If I look back I am lost.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

...the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword." "...a ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

So many vows … they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or another.

Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all.

An honest kiss, a little kindness, everyone deserves that much, however big or small.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.