It is what I do. If you wish to thank me, do a kindness for someone in need.
I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love.It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the p...
I bid you to aid one another. Let the wealthy have charity for the poor. Let the strong have mercy on the weak. And I promise, if we are victorious, such a time shall never come again.
Her always is mine
He was a young man, Gunter Arnlaugson, and tireless after their fashion. There was no shame among the Skaldi, and I could feel his eagerness when he brushed up behind me, his considerable phallus erec...
Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind,...
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
Comme ils sont dans l'erreur ceux qui voient en Elua un dieu bien délicat, fait uniquement pour être adoré par les amants aux yeux tournés vers les étoiles. Mais que les guerriers clament donc leur fo...
A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?
Not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always.
Those that yield are not always weak
But oh, by all the fallen stars, it hurt!
You’ve a way of putting matters into perspective. You’re young. Urist smiled slightly. You’ll learn the trick of it.
You're better off, d'Aiglemort said dryly. Steel and faith are an unnatural mix.
Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gol...
Why did Ysandre send you? he asked softly, testing. I pushed my chair back from the table, struggling to my feet, fighting the dark blood-tide. Somewhere, I thought, listening, somewhere Joscelin is t...
What you are witnessing is the face of war a great ruler seldom sees, my lady, Master Lo Feng said to her. Her veiled face turned his way, listening. No matter how righteous the cause, no matter who w...
What is a warrior’s first and greatest weapon, young Khai? It is his mind, Elder Brother, I said.
We were human, mortal and fallible. We forgot, we made errors, argued ambiguities, and twisted meanings to suit our own ends.
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.