Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

She was owner and captive, both, of a bitterly divided heart.

Liu Fang is a truly gifted, world-famous player of the pipa and the guzheng, classical Chinese stringed instruments.

The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.