Pain Is Pain. It Needs No Description.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

Go Slowly, So That You Do Not Bite Your Tail By Accident.

Wise? No, I Simply Learned To Think.

I'm The Sort Of Person That Starts Digging A Hole And Doesn't Stop Until It's Finished.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.