I Have Climbed These Steps So Often

Lady," She Whimpered Softly, Wondering If She Would Meet Her Wolf Again When She Was Dead.

Courage And Folly Are Cousins, Or So I’ve Heard.

Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where We Believe It Lies.

His Eyes Were Open Wounds Beneath His Heavy Brows, A Blue As Dark As The Sea By Night.

He Wished He Could Relieve Himself Of His Doubts And Guilts Half As Easily.