“ Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew. Chris Galford
“ The simple truth? History was never simply history. If it was anything it was another collar—another means to control. Chris Galford
“ All men were tools, as she saw it. Dangerous tools, when roused, but that was why one took care in efforts of control. It all came back to leverage. It wasn’t enough to ask a man if he would kill his… Chris Galford
“ Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do was make it worse. Such quiet madness, the masses led. Chris Galford
“ Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar beneath the points of daggers. Chris Galford
“ Are we not all one flesh? One mind? A sword brings power. Knowledge brings coin. With either, one can make blood reckoned, can earn names. The only thing that differs between a noble man and a working… Chris Galford
“ Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre. Chris Galford
“ Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, histor… Chris Galford
“ That was magic, sweetest.” The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. “Did she think it a wave of the hands? A slip of the tongue?” A kiss upon her skin. She could see the woman reac… Chris Galford
“ That was one of the inherent flaws of faith. Belief without knowing. But worse yet: belief without action. It could be good in its own right. Beautiful, even, when embraced, but that had to be measure… Chris Galford
