Bow To Nothing, Son. I Make Mistakes

There Is A Darkness In You. In All Of Us, Probably. Beasts We Keep Chained. Ordinary Men Have To Keep The Chains Strong, For If We Let The Beast Loose Then Society Will Turn Upon Us With Fiery Vengeance. Kings Though...well, Who Is There To Turn Upon Them? So The Chains Are Made Of Straw. It Is The Curse Of Kings, Helikaon, That They Can Become Monsters. And They Invariably Do.

I Think Maybe It Is Better To Believe Than Not To Believe. But I Couldn't Tell You Why.

Evil Lives In A Pit. If You Want To Fight It – You Must Climb Down In The Slime To Do So.

Societies Need Heroes. So We Travel To Places Where The Revisionists Cannot Dismantle The Great.

An Enemy Is Like A Man's Most Prized Flower. It Brings Him Joy To See It Buried In The Ground.