The wheel weaves as the wheel wills

You break your neck, and I’ll see it mended just so I can break it again.

Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.

Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.

hope is like a piece of string when you’re drowning; it just isn’t enough to get you out by itself.

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear's mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn't die?