Never, dear gods. Never mess with mortals.

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

None could guess my confusion, my host of deluded illusions and elusive delusions! A mantle of marble hiding a crumbling core of sandstone. See how they stare at me, wondering, all wondering, at my secret wellspring of wisdom...' Let's kill him,' Crokus muttered, 'if only to put him out of our misery.

Ah, Fist, it’s the curse of history that those who should read them, never do.

Soldiers are issued armour for their flesh and bones, but they must fashion their own for their souls. Piece by piece.

The notion of evil for its own sake strikes me as boring -- all these Dark Lords intent on creating wastelands packed with enslaved victims... for what?

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