After a while, you start to realize that you should write a book you would want to read. I try to write a book I would enjoy.
The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.
Men made wagers with their judgment, their allegiances, their resources.
most hated by the dark, for their name is light.
We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.
When I was 18 years old, in a more innocent time, my first backpacking trip through Europe, I sneaked into the Temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum after nightfall and spent several hours in there avoiding the guards patrolling.