You Kill Men For The Wrongs They

Chaos Isn’t A Pit. Chaos Is A Ladder. Many Who Try To Climb It Fail And Never Get To Try Again. The Fall Breaks Them. And Some Are Given A Chance To Climb, But They Refuse. They Cling To The Realm, Or The Gods, Or Love. Illusions. Only The Ladder Is Real. The Climb Is All There Is.

My Old Grandmother Always Used To Say, Summer Friends Will Melt Away Like Summer Snows, But Winter Friends Are Friends Forever.

Soon Comes The Cold, And The Night That Never Ends.

I Have Always Regarded Historical Fiction And Fantasy As Sisters Under The Skin, Two Genres Separated At Birth.

You Wear Your Honor Like A Suit Of Armor... You Think It Keeps You Safe, But All It Does Is Weigh You Down And Make It Hard For You To Move.