No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

First in , Last out. Motto of the bridgeburners

And over it all, the butterflies swarmed, like a million yellow-pettalled flowers dancing on swirling winds.

There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived.

Oh yes, I have learned much from Tremorlor, and so assume a like strategy. Silence, a faint mocking smile suggesting I know more than I do, an air of mystery, yes, and fell knowledge. None could guess my confusion, my host of deluded illusions and elusive delusions!

Any reasonable ruler would have the expectation and the demand the other way round.

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.