The Things We Love Destroy Us Every

As We Sin, So Do We Suffer

I Never Finished Any Of My Early Stories. They Were All Beginnings, An Endless Number Of Beginnings.

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

Dragons Old And Young, True And False, Bright And Dark. And You. A Small Man With A Big Shadow, Snarling In The Midst Of All.

There Are Some Examples Of Medieval Kings Who Were Terrible Human Beings But Were Nevertheless Good Kings.