As We Sin, So Do We Suffer

For Men, The Answer Was Always The Same And Never Farther Away Than The Nearest Sword. For A Woman, A Mother, The Way Was Stonier And Harder To Know.

I Heard Of A Man Who Had A Razor Made Of Valyrian Steel. He Cut His Head Off Trying To Shave.

The True Horrors Of Human History Derive Not From Orcs And Dark Lords, But From Ourselves.

She Should Be On A Hill Somewhere, Under A Fruit Tree, With The Sun And Clouds Above Her And The Rain To Wash Her Clean.

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.