You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures From One's Nightmares.

Men Made Wagers With Their Judgment, Their Allegiances, Their Resources.

Most Hated By The Dark, For Their Name Is Light.