No Trust Is To Be Placed In

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

What Is This Word That Broke Through The Fence Of Your Teeth, Atreides?

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.