Leave The Dead To The Earth. They

You Shouldn't Let Him Hit You So Much" Observed Saphira "yes I Realize That'" He Growled. "do You Want Me To Knock Him Over For You?" "no...not Today.

Root Of A Tree, Fruit Of A Vine, Let Me Pass By This Blood Of Mine.

The Trickster, The Riddler, The Keeper Of Balance, He Of The Many Faces Who Finds Life In Death And Who Fears No Evil; He Who Walks Through Doors.

Ah, Pay No Heed If Your Enemies Laugh. They'll Not Be Able To Once You Lop Off Their Heads.

The Trick Is To Find Happiness In The Brief Gaps Between Disasters.