Once You Teach Me Something, It's Mine

Her Green Eyes Came Unafraid To His. The Connection Was So Intense That It Threatened To Drain His Sense Of Self. He Felt That He Had Always Known Her, That She Had Always Been A Part Of Him, That Her Needs Were His Needs.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.

Richard Thought A Moment. "i Don't Know, But We Have To Get Across The Pass. We're Too Tired To Have To Spend Tonight Fighting Shadows Again. We Must Get To The Midlands Before Dark. And This Time, I Promise I Won't Let Go Of Your Hand." Kahlan Smiled And Squeezed His Hand. I Won't Let Go Of Yours Either.

I Wish People Had Half The Honor Of Dragons.

Culture Carries No Privilege To Exist. Cultures Do Not Have Value Simply Because They Are. Some Cultures, The World Is Better Off Without.