Hmm... That's like telling you about the cold of space, or terror of midnight. Sithis is all those things. He is... the Void.

A youth of sensuality and intemperance delivers over to old age a worn-out body.

To freemen, threats are impotent.

But the Night Mother is mother to all! It is her voice we follow! Her will! Would you dare risk disobedience? And surely... punishment?

The shifts of fortune test the reliability of friends.

Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.

The magistrates are the ministers for the laws, the judges their interpreters, the rest of us are servants of the law, that we all may be free.