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The Greatest Tales, Well Told, Awaken The Fears And Longings Of The Listeners. Each Man Hears A Different Story. Each Is Touched By It According To His Inner Self. The Words Go To The Ear, But The True Message Travels Straight To The Spirit.

My Daughter," I Said Blankly. "i See. Correct Me If I Am Wrong, But I Thought It Took A Man, As Well As A Woman, To Make A Child. Is This Infant's Father To Be A Crab, Or A Seagull Maybe? Or Were You Planning To Shipwreck Some Likely Sailor On My Doorstep, So I Can Make Convenient Use Of Him?

I Do Not View Suicide As Wicked, Just Terribly Sad. There Is Only One Death, But It Is Like A Stone Cast Into A Pond - The Ripples Stretch Far. Such An Act Must Leave A Burden Of Sorrow, Guilt, Shame And Confusion On An Entire Family. A Natural Death, Such As My Father Suffered, Is Hard Enough To Deal With. A Decision To End One's Life Must Be Still More Devastating For Those Left Behind. I Cannot Imagine The Degree Of Hopelessness Someone Must Feel To Contemplate Such An Act.

Bran Held His Voice Leve. "in Time,you Will Regret These Words. You May Hold Me Captive Now, And Believe Me Helpless. But Each Foulword You Speak Of Her Brings Your Death A Little Closer." --bran To Eamonn

You Are... You're Like A Beating Heart. A Glowing Lamp. I've Never Met Anyone Like You Before.