Yet, there was once a king worthy of that name. That king was Arthur. It is paramount disgrace of this evil generation that the name of that great king is no longer spoken aloud except in derision. Arthur! He was the fairest flower of our race, Cymry's most noble son, Lord of the Summer Realm, Pendragon of Britain. He wore God's favour like a purple robe. Hear then, if you will, the tale of a true king.

Do not borrow tomorrow's troubles today

Death wears many faces, but it’s stench is always the same.

None of us ever knows what impact we have on the world around us.

Alea iacta est. The die has been cast.

How is a man fortunate to live in the darkness, brother?" "Why do you wonder?" asked Blaise. "For only he who has lived in darkness truly knows and values the light.

Perhaps it is how we are made; perhaps words of truth reach us best through the heart, and stories and songs are the language of the heart