If I'm walking on thin ice, I might as well dance my way across
Of three things be wary- of a feather on a cat, The shepherd eating mutton, And a guardsman that is fat.
If you would rise, do so alone.
... everything written is at least in part fantasy. Except maybe the national budget. That's horror.
Change or stagnate. Keep moving or die.
Evil working in subtler fashion; marriages that proved to be no more then legalized slavery, and the careful manipulation of a bright and sensitive mind until its owner truly believed with all her heart in her own worthlessness. Betrayal, not once, but many times over.