I Respect My Limitations, But I Don't

Everything Dies, From The Smallest Blade Of Grass To The Biggest Galaxy.

It Is Wrong To Ask For More Than You Give Freely. In This Way, We Come To Resemble What We Hate.

I May Not Yet Be As Old As Dirt, But Dirt And I Are Starting To Have An Awful Lot In Common.

The Story Of Terisa And Geraden Began Very Much Like A Fable. She Was A Princess In A High Tower. He Was A Hero Come To Rescue Her. She Was The Only Daughter Of Wealth And Power. He Was The Seventh Son Of The Lord Of The Seventh Care. She Was Beautiful From The Auburn Hair That Crowned Her Head To The Tips Of Her White Toes. He Was Handsome And Courageous. She Was Held Prisoner By Enchantment. He Was A Fearless Breaker Of Enchantments. As In All The Fables, They Were Made For Each Other.

It Is The Responsibility Of The Living To Make Meaningful The Sacrifices Of The Dead.