Nothing Comes Without A Price.

Liadan," He Said, Staring Intently At The Ground. "yes," I Whispered. "don't Wed That Man Eamonn. Tell Him, If He Takes You, He's A Dead." --bran

How Could You Not Know?" His Voice Was Full Of Wonderment. "you Changed Me Utterly. You Were Like A...like A Bright, Wonderful Bloom In A Garden Full Of Weeds. Like A Graceful Capital On A Page Of Plain Script, A Letter Decorated With The Deepest, Finest Colors In All Erin. Like A Flame, Caitrin. Like A Song.

The Greatest Tales, Well Told, Awaken The Fears And Longings Of The Listeners. Each Man Hears A Different Story. Each Is Touched By It According To His Inner Self. The Words Go To The Ear, But The True Message Travels Straight To The Spirit.

My Feet Will Tread Soft As A Deer In The Forest. My Mind Will Be Clear As Water From The Sacred Well. My Heart Will Be Strong As A Great Oak. My Spirit Will Spread An Eagle's Wings, And Fly Forth.

There Was So Much Of Beauty Here: The Neat, Small Tracks Of A Foraging Creature, Stoat Or Marten; The Inticate Tracery Of A Skeleton Leaf, Still Clinging Vainly To Its Parent Tree As, Little By Little, Time Stripped It Of Its Substance, Leaving Only The Delicate Remembrance Of What It Had Been.