Object again and I will not take it well. Vol’jin and his loa named me the warchief of the Horde. And as warchief of the Horde, I decide what is important to reveal—and when and to whom. Is that under...
Knights of the Silver Hand,
Janeway had thought her heart full, but now it overflowed. For the rest of her life, she knew, she would remember this: walking down the seemingly endless line, sharing laughter, hugs, handshakes, sla...
I’m so sorry, he said. I wish they’d let you two regenerate. I’ll keep asking them, I assure you. She gave him a fleeting smile. Persistence is futile,
Glory, battle, great momentsss, are where we give to the world. But we cannot give without receiving. We cannot share what we do not have inside. It is this quiet, the pause between breathsss, that ma...
Me. That’s what it does. Nothing is ever enough. You get more, and more, but you’re never happy. It’s a trap baited with all the things you want most. That life—it’s not worth living.
Here in five minutes. Sir, you haven’t paid them in weeks.
There’s no way to phrase this other than bluntly. Master Vos—the Council wants you to assassinate Count Dooku.
There is no shame in fear, Orgrim and Durotan. Only in letting fear prevent you from doing the right thing.
Then he called out, Dahna! Our newest member wants to know why you want to dance, since you were forced to as a slave. Iden expected everything to come to an awkward, if not downright hostile, halt. I...
The Jedi cultivated a practice of nonattachment, which had always served them well. Few understood, though, that while specific, individual bonds such as romantic love or family were forbidden, the Je...
Strange as it was, he understood there was grace and strength in this pain; a reminder of what should never be forgotten.
Remember…you always have a choice to be better. You always have a choice to…to pick the right path. She smiled sadly. Even if that choice comes a little late.
Lok’tar ogar! Victory, or death.
Impossible. Not after everything that’s happened.
I will never, stop hoping for peace, he said. His voice trembled with leashed emotion. I have seen too much good in too many people to paint them all as evil and worthy of slaughter. And I will also...
False modesty is as bad as false pride. Know exactly what you are capable of at any moment, and act accordingly. Any other path is folly—and could be deadly in battle.
Do I wish I had chosen otherwise? Wishes do not a world make. We do the best we can where we are, every minute, every breath. We make mistakes, and we have to live with them. We try to learn from them...
But that is how one learns, is it not? By trying and failing?
And in whatever afterlife your precious Light grants you, your parents will wish Queen Tiffin had miscarried.