We die a little every day and by degrees weโre reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Mark LawrenceIt was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.
Mark LawrenceThere is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.
Mark Lawrence