Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

A nervous silence loosens tongues

My lord. It is too much, and not enough

There's more to clothing than just adornment. It does more than merely change how the world perceives us. It changes how we perceive ourselves.

Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.