Kvetha, Shur'tugal Greetings, Dragon Rider

The Monsters Of The Mind Are Far Worse Than Those That Actually Exist.

Death Is Part Of Who We Are. It Guides Us. It Shapes Us. It Drives Us To Madness. Can You Still Be Human If You Have No Mortal End

I Cannot Prove That Gods Do Not Exist. Nor Can I Prove That The World And Everything In It Was Not Created By An Entity Or Entities In The Distant Past. But I Can Tell You That In The Millennia We Elves Have Studied Nature, We Have Never Witnessed An Instance Where The Rules That Govern The World Have Been Broken. That Is, We Have Never Seen A Miracle. Many Events Have Defied Our Ability To Explain, But We Are Convinced That We Failed Because We Are Still Woefully Ignorant About The Universe And Not Because A Deity Altered The Workings Of Nature.

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

It’s Better To Be Sworn To An Honest Fool Than To A Lying Scholar