Some Battles Are Won With Swords And

My Skin Has Turned To Porcelain, To Ivory, To Steel.

His Time Was Past, Her Handmaid Irri Declared. No Man Should Live Longer Than His Teeth.

The Best Calumnies Are Spiced With Truth.

Schemes Are Like Fruit, They Require A Certain Ripening.

He Did Not Know Which Was More Painful, The Waking Or The Sleeping. When He Slept, He Dreamed: Dark Disturbing Dreams Of Blood And Broken Promises. When He Woke, There Was Nothing To Do But Think, And His Waking Thoughts Were Worse Than Nightmares.