Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.

I wound up studying art and design, got a job at Lonely Planet Publications as a designer, cartographer and illustrator.

Happy endings are a luxury of fiction

It is said, in Imardin, that the wind has a soul, and that it wails through the narrow streets because it is grieved by what it finds there.

He had given her too much. He had given her everything.

Akkarin: I watched the first woman I loved die. I dont think I can survive losing the second. Sonea: I love you too.

How am I going to make friends with these people if all I can think of is how easy it would be to rob them?