If It Hurts Too Much, Make It

It Is Every Man's Right To Choose When To Sheathe The Sword." --- Ingtar Shinowa ---

Before I Knew What Was Happening, I Had A Fistful Of Spears Around My Neck Like A Collar. I Could Have Shaved Myself With One Sneeze.

The Nobles And The Noble Houses Maneuver For Advantage. They Do Things They Think Will Help Them, Or Hurt And Enemy, Or Both. Usually, It's All Done In Secrecy, Or If Not, They Try To Make It Seem As If They're Doing Something Other Than What They Are.

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

The Best Way To Avoid Trouble Is To Make Sure No One Wants To Trouble You.