Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme

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

Those that yield are not always weak

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers