The Wolf May Fight The Bear But

The More Bosom A Woman Displayed, The Less She Wanted You To Look. Openly, At Least.

You Didn't Listen To Me," Lan Whispered. One Last Lesson. The Hardest. Demandred Struck, And Lan Saw His Opening. Lan Lunged Forward Placing Demandred's Sword Point Against His Own Side And Ramming Himself Forward Onto It. "i Did Not Come Here To Win," Lan Whispered, Smiling. "i Came Here To Kill You. Death Is Lighter Than A Feather." Demandred's Eyes Opened Wide, And He Tried To Pull Back. Too Late. Lan's Sword Took Him Straight Though The Throat.

What I Love I Destroy. What I Destroy, I Love.

It Is Every Man's Right To Choose When To Sheathe The Sword." --- Ingtar Shinowa ---

The Corpse's Hand Reached Up And Grabbed Shaisam By The Throat. He Gasped, Thrashing, As The Corpse Opened Its Eye. "there's An Odd Thing About Disease I Once Heard, Fain," Matrim Cauthon Whispered. "once You Catch A Disease And Survive, You Can't Get It Again.